Against The Wind
Heard Bruce Springsteen’s Against The Wind just now. It occurred to me that I no longer am running against the wind. That used to be such a characteristic of mine. But I Stopped writing to potential agents and publishers some time ago. Probably in excess of a year ago.
I have tried, mostly successfully, to keep up with my weekly blog. But where, if anywhere, do I expect this to go? Fact is, very likely, no where. So why do I do even this?
I guess I hope that, someday, if I have left my thoughts somewhere for others to see, someone may find inspiration, truth, or something which they might find useful in keeping themselves going. What that might be, I have no idea.
Why am I the least bit optimistic? My Vision predicted no future for life on this planet. Where is the good message in that?
Maybe I’m just lucky. Being depressed about it all just seems like a total waste of my time. For sure, at the very least, being depressed always results in less joy than the opposite.
Besides, one has to ask, “So what if the worst comes?” Worrying about it before it has come to be is just a way to have the misery twice. Many more times, in fact.
Meanwhile, there’s a whole life you are missing.
So I’m an optimist. So shoot me.