Sunday, April 17, 2011

Searches. Not Google.

Life is full of searches, indeed, it is an endless succession of searches.

It begins with childhood, looking out the front door for another boy or girl looking out their front door. And it never stops: a boy friend, girl friend, a job, a husband or wife, another husband or another . . . (kidding). A house and a neighborhood to live a life. Schools for the kids, little league, Church, a Doctor, a mechanic and plumber. We never stop looking for a dependable plumber.

We search, we find, we lose, we search again.

And then there is that somewhat sub-conscious search of adulthood. The search for home after we leave home. The lucky ones find it, many do not.

Everyone must find his or her own way in this world, do his own searches, then, later in life, after the success and failure, you return to the old place and remember the past in light of the present. Yesterday's sounds, smells, faces, they'll all be there, but in a movie-like way.

At least, that's the way I see it.


1 comment:

John said...

For reasons I won't go into at this time, that post was very timely.