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A  Little  Philosophy

    My mind  races through portals  all day long as I try to grasp the complexity of the world  around  me.  I have a clue.  I just don't know it yet.  My mind is my  last  authority on anything I feel is important.  Everything else  is a pipe-dream or a  field of four-leaf-clovers at best.  I could  simply relish in my own greatness,  but I know that there is more  of me to become.  It scares me.  A little.  Maybe  not.  I  am what I am.

     I find little comfort in  the trivial matters  that everyone else seems to stress over.   Peace can be found in the middle of a  war as your sergeant's silhouette  is highlighted by the explosions and the  tracers being fired down  range.  Peace can be found in the middle of the day  while you're  working on your tenth cup of coffee and eighteen students are  demanding  your attention at once.  Peace can be found as your daughter attacks  your leg and your son jumps to your arms after a long day.  Peace  can always be  found!

    It is a harsh reality that  life can end or take  a terrible turn at any moment.  Life never  guarantees anything.  It is a  workaholic.  It happens while  you sleep.  It happens and it just keeps on  happening, never  waiting or giving you a chance to catch-up.  You have to figure  out how on your own.  People may try to help you, but they can't  live your life  for you.  Peace can be found in your own mistakes.

      The world  may be so self-involved in its own web of chaos, havoc,  and blow-your-mind  down-right nothingness, but its all just a  matter of time when tomorrow's things  become important and the  "have-tos" of today are wrong.  Sour minds who can't  seem to  comprehend that it is hysterical to take yourself so seriously will  one  day lose the life they fought so long and hard to keep perfectly  preserved and  they will not have had any fun to speak of.  Promises  that fade from crooked  lips when the person has received his or  her due will one day drop from our  hearts and consciousness as  insignificantly as a drop of water into the ocean.   And my hunger  for life will be as full as that ocean while the meal they put  before  me will serve as good of a purpose as giving a tic-tac to a  whale.

      Jump into the river.  Eat your grandmother's  fruitcake.  Climb  a tree.  Take in a sunset.  Pet a dog.  Make your mother proud  and finish off the leftovers.  Drop from the sky with a jumpmaster  approved  parachute.  Walk.  Run a mile just to do it.  Read  a book.  Write an honest, no  holds barred poem.  Coach Special  Olympics.  Serve food at the Salvation Army.   Body surf the  Rappahannock.  Step out of the sky and onto the ground.  Then,  step off of the ground and into the sky.  You'll take some bumps  and bruises  along the way.  But, never let them take the life  out of  you.

Peace within,  never without!

Michael  Allen