I’ve not had the best of summers; though, even so, it’s been a summer I enjoyed. A curate’s egg of a summer, perhaps I ought to say. Good in parts; dreadful in others. I’ve realised something, mind. When I fell ill in 2003, I blamed the Americans and Iraq, and unspecified others, for what befell [...]
The following is something I wrote this weekend in moments of doubt. I don’t know if it bears sharing with a wider audience, or whether such sharing is, in truth, an unworthy baring instead.
You must be the judge of this; I can only continue to question what the world delivers in its curious and sometimes clearly cackhanded wisdoms.
Anyhow. Here it is:
I received a beautiful email from a dear dear Spanish friend today. It has gone a considerable way to restoring my faith in the country and its people. There is good and bad everywhere – it’s a cliché I know, but we need to be reminded every so often. In this way at least we don’t end up casually neglecting the idea.
A wondrous idea neglected is like a cottage garden drying in an unaccustomed sun. Of which, it looks like we’ll all be getting quite a bit more in the near future, as polar ice caps disappear – like kindness and affection from the society we must, more and more, abide by and live amongst.
So the idea I mention is that all of us have some good and bad, and everywhere we go there is a bit of all of us to be found.
Life can give you lovely stuff and it can do horrible things to you too, and it can hurt your own soul and – awfully bitterly, and even more painfully – it can hurt those you most love. But most importantly it teaches you that the home you were born in is probably the best you can find – or, at least, just as much as those places in the world where it’s said they claim to love you.
Which reminds me of my dear dear Spanish friend. A good person; a grand person; a wonderful person to be around.
I guess there isn’t much more to say, actually.
The next couple of weeks and months I shall be concentrating on business stuff. If it’s of interest here, I’ll let you know more.
In the meantime, continue to love each other and treasure your good fortune – whether you made it yourself or it came from elsewhere. For a life lived without the kindness and affection I mention above is – for sure – hardly worth treasuring at all. Especially when one finds it impossible to show kindness and affection to oneself. Another cliché I know, but it’s true enough all the same: no love can infuse a life whose actor and protagonist is unable to love themselves first.
Remember that, and remember that aspiring to and doing it as well – if you can – is much the best thing to focus on.
I hope we all can. In my case, I’ll certainly be striving to encourage those closest to me to think and act thus.
And though the future may not always be orange, neither is breakfast always continental!
Gotta mean something, don’t you think?