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What a World

What a marvelous world I live in. I'd have said "we", but, as it's been written by others, I do live in my own world; for no one else exists in a world quite like mine. Although it seems, in retrospect, that I've spent most of my life so far attempting to make my life identical to others', the key to my own peace of mind looks to be in "uniqueness", and making my life more what I like. And very few, if any, of the people I've dealt with have agreed with all of my values. But now I see that other people will never be able to agree or disagree with the real me and my values if they never see me for what I am. And they won't be able to do this if I'm not acting like myself, if I'm acting in contrary to my feelings, which is easy to do. I am the one in my world who decides what's going to happen, which way it's going to go. As long as I can remember this, this will remain true. Sounds simple. Probably isn't.

This wasn't quite what I'd intended to write. I wanted to say: What a wonderful world I live in. The moon shines light on me through the limbs and branches of the trees reaching out for spontaneous misty night clouds. The sky and clouds curve to meet horizon around me, reminding me of the wide world that lies in front of me, requiring only my movement ahead into it to allow it to teach me, to inform me of all that it is. In such a world I would think that I could only be ambitious and optimistic. Yet at times I'm down.

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A beautiful woman, a beautiful face. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but it's more in the mind. Men can fix their cars, they can run and rule the world. Yet a certain glance or stare can displace any man's thoughts, be him powerful or not. I am not alone. But I am alone in dealing with it. A woman's face or figure can rest and dwell in my mind—for what reason I do not know. I find I'm angry if a chance is missed to view or talk with one. And I'm usually disappointed with what was said or done. Probably mostly because I don't know what I'm hoping for. What am I to do with a pretty face I see? Paintings and fantasies are all that I can do. But neither one do very much, until I find someone new.

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If I can remember that I can do whatever I want to do in this life of mine, what am I to do if I don't know what it is I want to do?! I was just trying to tell my buddy that what we do today, tonight, will become our life. Things we do today will be tomorrow's memories. We feel trapped by how much freedom we have, probably mainly because we don't know how to use it, execute it. It's easy to just let life happen. It's automatic. But to make it the life we want, however possible it is, is still very difficult.

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When the time comes to settle down,
Who's to blame if you're not around?

When I was young it seems that life was so
Wonderful, a miracle, so beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees, they be singing so
Happily, whole joyfully,
Oh, playfully watching me

And then they sent me away to teach me how to be
Sensible, logical,
Responsible, practical

And then they showed me a world where I could be so
Dependable, clinical,
Oh intellectual, cynical

There are times when all the world's asleep
The questions runs so deep
For such a simple man

Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned?
I know it sounds absurd,
Please tell me who I am
- Supertramp

The secret to life is learning to enjoy the passage of time
- James Taylor

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans
- John Lennon

It's easier to try
Than to prove it can't be done
And it's easier to stay
Than to turn around and run
- Moody Blues


To be awake is to be alive. I have never yet met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face?
- Henry David Thoreau

It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, or so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.
- Henry David Thoreau

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Dad Found a Van

On March 28, 1984, Dad bought a 1966 Chevy Van for $300 that he spotted across the street from his bus depot in Mankato, Minnesota. I had asked him to keep his eyes open for an older Chevy van for my travels this summer, and he found just the van I'd pictured in my mind. The two of us drove down to Mankato the following Monday, April 2, 1984, in my 68 Chevy convertible, and after putting air in the left rear tire, drove the van back to Dad's place.


It's still there in his garage. We've been fixing the many miscellaneous little things wrong with it. I think Dad thinks it has to be in show condition in order for me to hit the road. Although I'm excited about my new vehicle, I am refraining from driving it till it's mechanically sound (new tires, exhaust leak, engine knock, aside from the recent repairs— new clutch, throwout bearing, pressure plate, brake and backup lights, and blinkers). Not to mention the fact that I haven't paid Dad anything yet, and borrowed $75 besides. I now have to face the unwelcome challenge of selling my convertible, my four-wheel-drive Camaro, and my old Harley Sprint.


Rich and Old Blue

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