Here I sit at 11:11 in the p.m. recollecting the day's events. I have glorious friends who fill my life to the brim, children whom I am proud, yet stern with and a love that makes an endless smile spread across my face. Thinking so fondly of those whom I love brought me to the sequester of the online world in late hours, the time where one sits and somewhat mindlessly stumbles through the pages of the communication age. I signed in just as I should to my photo portal, and entered under the search bar for "soul mate". Just that - two words that are entirely meaningful and would certainly pull up symbolic photos which I could promptly copy and paste to my love's page. A momentary reminder that I think of him now, thought of him just a second ago, and will think of him in just another moment. Soul mate.
I get the hour glass and take a spot of wine. Hmmmm.....
"No searches match your query".
Lame.
Dumb.
We are the communication age! We have all facilities at our fingertips to think, inspire, create, regress, and transpire into something, all things...great...and nothing matches soul mate?! I am utterly irritated. Just for a moment though. Because after just a thought or two I realize that communication or not, creativity and then some, and with a splash of technology in this little ranch house - the point remains that the feelings, the inspiration for life still (Only) exists in life. Soul mates do exist and I bet my last and only two dollars on that fact. There is reason for our plodding. A masterful technological piece of machinery is, itself skeptical and intolerant of those situations it cannot replicate: i.e. soul mates.
Take a back seat technology and communication outside my speech. I laugh at your insignificance yet depend upon it (to an extent), I take note of your indecision and am enthralled at the hierarchy of love yet again.
Praise, praise. Thinking more highly of our accomplishment, I offer you a toast Lovey -- even high tech industrial science doesn't know what to do with a love like ours!
Journeys are not devoid of meaning - they are road maps of impeccably placed footsteps leading to success in all forms. Throughout this process, I pull inspiration from all things musing design, art, empathy, and beautiful good will. Through teaching, listening, learning, cooking, sharing and loving I have an abundance of awesomeness. It is life, love and the meaning of.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
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