Snow Melt

like a piece of fruit in a Caravaggio

My response to the Leading Journal entry by Jay's debut novel is out now! for September 25, 2008.

My thoughts "like a piece of fruit in a Caravaggio" 
are related to each other
only because they in the same container,
my mind.

This morning,
my thoughts are variegated threads
of randomness;
crazy tangled unconnected threads
moving through my brain

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A friend, now passed into the next world, once said: "The things I worried about never happenedd, the things that happened were so far off the wall that I would never have considered worrying about them."

Sometimes that's the way with my worries. At other times the things I worried about did happen, but they were never as bad as the way I envisioned them.

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I have a tendency to second guess decision, I can do nothing about. I should on myself, which can be a very messy thought process.

It's probably a good thing, that I can't go back and change my decisions after I've made them and put them into action. If I could the space-time continuum would be as screwed up as I think my life is sometimes.

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I have worries,
I have fears,
every human being has fears and worries,
but most people don't obsess on them
or do they.

Maybe there's a really good reason
we can't read other peoples' minds
most of the time.

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My worries and fears are vain imaginings,
illusions meant to distract me from my purpose in life;
my purpose in life is to know, love and woship God.

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I have a tendency to shoot myself in the foot, figuratively. Most people call it sabatoge, but that doesn't really explain the way I do it.