Purposeful movements bring us nothing but agony when our plans inevitably fall flat on their ass. We set ourselves up for disappointment time and time again. In the end we are all left with a couple of times when our wild ventures and calculations hit the mark, the good times we call them
We are like compulsive gamblers in the casino of life. Sensible thought tells us that the house always wins and that we are doomed to just give up all our money to them, yet like any compulsive gambler we are sure our 'system' will help us break the bank.
And why not? i ask why should we not place our chips on red 21 and go for the big one. Why should we constantly back the sure fire win and hope to god that it works.
Sheep, thats the symbolic comparison in the bible for people. I think there is more to it than the fact that Jesus is supposed to be a shepherd guiding us to heaven. We are supposed to be sheep , in that we are supposed to be clueless cattle without a chance at anything good anything glorious. Go through the casino sheepishly hoping to find a slot machine in the quiet corner. Only to meander towards the high rollers poker game once in a while to see how the big people do it. We love to see a sheep make it to the high rollers table and wonder how he did it, never do we wonder why we cant do the same.
Good times are like a crash in a stock car race, blink and you've missed it. Fleeting memories of the good times are colored over every time we review it. Making an ordinary patch of time into something golden, more exquisite.
Without good times we have nothing to look forward to. we have nothing to wish for, nothing to aspire to.
Sheep become a wolf, cause we want more than grass!
2 comments:
Hi, stand up comic? Really? It would be lovely. Id like to make a movie on the life of one in the future.
Nice one.. CK circa 2007 was already on his way to grabbing life by the short 'n curlies :)
ps : there's grass?
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