Tuesday, I will walk out of the University Engineering
building for the last time. My journey in Network Administrations Management
will come to a halt in two short days. I’m not sure where the winds of
destiny will toss me to next. Occasionally, I feel like a tumble weed,
constantly drifting and tossing about, in turbulent Aeolian, to eerie
locales.
Candidly, I will not live to enjoy retirement, for the medicine that makes
me so resilient, is also slowly ravaging my organs. This is why; I must
seek that to which I desire the most, instead of wasting my time on something
that I could care less about. Well, I do love technology, but I have so
much to do, in a short lifespan. Of course, I suppose that we all have to
face that conundrum at some point.
I’m not trying to dispirit any of you, but I have to be blunt. Would you
rather hear a bunch of bunk, or would you read the truth? I’ve pondered
many things in my life. It’s downright despicable that we work so hard to
illuminate ourselves with knowledge, and then it’s all snatched away in a
flash. I shall proceed with my education, yet I’m not sure where or what
I’ll be doing. However, I have a few months to consider it, so I should
be able to sort things out. My professors are perplexed, and that’s
putting it lightly. They can’t comprehend why I would want to put that
degree on hold, while my grades are so excellent.
I will continue posting short stories and poems in the very near future, but
for the time being, I’m going fishing. Tuesday afternoon, I’m going
to hop in my vehicle, head to the lake, put a worm on a hook, cast it into the
lake, and sit back and observe nature’s beauty. Sometimes it’s better to
sit back and relax, instead of contemplate the existence of man. 
I’ll recline back in an old wicker chair, gaze out at the puffy – mottle
vapours whispering across the water, discover the idyllic chirping of Blue
jays, and hopefully feel the tug of a large-mouth Bass at the end of my
hook. I’ll take heed to the incessant
humming of the reel, as the fishing line spins out, in an apace manner. I’ll yank, pull, and fight the varmint, until
it erupts from the water’s surface. I’ll
campaign against the aquatic beast, till it relinquishes its life to me. Of course, I’ll elevate it from the water,
extract the hook, and send the massive Bass back to the murky depths, from
which it came.
Writing is my normal escape from reality, but I cannot
escape the invariant screaming, thrashing of tongues, and gnashing of
teeth. I’m going to inhale the luscious
fragrances of nature, skip flat river rocks across the water, just to learn the
ripple patterns on the surface. I contemplate
that we all need a little time with nature, from time to time.
If you ever learn anything from me, I hope you will live
each day to the fullest and never let love pass you by. I spent many years being afraid of the world,
when there was nothing to fear, except fear itself. The American government along with a quite a
few other governments want you to be afraid of the unknown, and perhaps you
should, but there will always be war, so don’t let that stop you from seeking
what you desire.
After all, would Pyramus have met Thisbe, even if it did
lead to their demise? Would Marc Antony
have battled so fiercely against Octavian, at Actium, without the love and
seduction of Cleopatra? Would we have
the marvellous affair, between Tristan and Isolde, without heated passion? Live every day, as if it’s your last!
Have a grand week all. I’ll be back with something worthy of your attention.
