2 years to the Day

Here I am almost 2 years to the day of my last post. I am sitting at the same park at the same splashpad with the same two people (my two kids).  Much the same crowd of people gathered to enjoy this summer day.  The mother of four unruly boys who has given up any hope of control and is letting them run wild.  The mom and dad with a darling little boy, who is squirting all of the parents with his water gun.  The prissy mom in full on Sunday dress who is prancing around, on the pad, trying not to get wet.  The person who I am the most interested is a little boy, probably only 1.  He is stumbling through the splash pad with his Grandma following close behind.  What interest me is his reaction to the water.  He stumbles toward a water jet, or fountain squirt with his hands held up and a huge grin on his face.  As he pushes through the water his expression changes.  He comes out the other side with a look of shock, in a bit of a hurry.  Undoubtedly he feels the sharp coldness of the water.  Several times he moves so fast that he looses his balances, plopping to the ground on his bottom.  He touches the water, trying to grab it, and looks really perplexed.  "What the heck is this stuff?" he seems to be asking.  He reminds me of how we go through life.  We look ahead and think we understand what is in our future.  Confident in our assessment we charge on, only to be shocked at the coldness of reality and left wondering how it all happened.  Finally we hit the ground, scratching our heads.  We reach out and attempt to grasp the complex issues before us.  All of us do it.  Countries do it.  Churches do it.  Families do it.  The good news is what that little guy lacks in life experience he matches in tenacity.  Up he goes and charges into the next barrage of water, arms up and wonder in his eyes.  That's really what we all do.  We don't give up.  It's important. As I look around and see the mother of four unruly boys, or the prissy family in the splashpad trying to stay dry, or the mom and dad with the darling little scamp squirting everyone in the face, I realize that we are really in this together.  It doesn't do any good to come at it any other way.  Once we can accept this fact, the anger and competition of life melts away.  We are all in this together.  Let's raise our hands and charge into the water and see if we can come out the other side together.

Good Day.  I started this blog to clear my head and put in writing the blurbs and chunks that are my thought.  This should serve several purpose.
1.  Sanity check - should help me to maintain a simple system of checks and balances.
2. Invention - maybe I have come up with some great idea and don't know it, this will save me (society and possibly the world) from missing out.
3. Better out than in - my mom says this.  It doesn't apply evenly across all subject matter for instance.  Compare burping to crude speech and expletives.  While both make you feel better when you get them out, neither help you.  Of course you could say that burps could be let out discreetly but really we let's not split hairs.  You feel better after letting loose with either so maybe to the unincumbered soul everything is better out than in.  Either way this should help with reason 1 (see above) so there you go, a mother's wisdom.

Hopefully this helps you understand my reasoning.  I hope to live to a ripe old age.  That being said I can't help but wonder what I'll be like when I'm that old and also what life will be like.  How do we as a society survive and get from here to there.