Well, I was up to my eyeballs in angst earlier today,with the computer issues and all. Support proved to be outstanding and restored my keyboard companion to full operation. A joyous celebration here. At many points during the long ordeal, my mind wandered to a perfect world---free from computer viruses and other such looming maladies. I entertained the idea of changing operating systems or possibly computers altogether. After I polled some friends and acquaintences, did a little research and cooled off a bit, I am determined to stick it out with my PC. After all we have a history.
I read what a friend of mine said today about life's little dips in the road. She was referring to the changing seasons and their effect on our psyche. Days like today, with agendas flung out the window and productivity buried beneath mounds of necessity, make you wonder if these days weren't carefully orchestrated. Brought into full view by a need for balance. The universe, after all, operates on such a clever system. The sun comes up, goes down, shifts to the north, wanders to the south. Each movement has a differing effect on us all. Morning, night, summer, winter---the ever-evolving, clandestine changes make us human. They define humanity.
As I prepare for a new day, I am aware that I do not hold tomorrow. I can't even say for certainty that it will come. A leaf is blown, with no power over the wind that blows it. Neither does it have a hand in it's choice of variety, whether oak, or spruce or elm. And certainly it has no say in the matter of which day it will fall. After all, who would sympathize with a simple leaf for being cut loose from the tree? That's just a part of nature. But the leaf, small and insignificant as it may be, still plays a part in the wonder of it all. And whether it remains high in the tree or falls to the ground it has a role to play...and tomorrow is always a new day.
