Sir Henry Morgan
When I was younger, and, apparently, according to some who shall remain somewhat nameless, I was around shortly before dirt was invented, I often dreamt of what I had idealized the life of adventure would entail. I imagined the rolling waves, the cannons blazing, the winds filling the sails, the treasure, the yo-h0-h0ing, and could lose many an hour in such daydreams.
As I got older, and no comments from the peanut galleries, I learned that a life of adventure is still possible. We experience it every day. No, we don’t dash about slashing and burning, or at least I hope not, but we do have adventures and find treasures. Don’t believe me? Look at your friends. Not those idiots, you’re REAL friends. They are treasures, and I can guarantee it was quite an adventure getting to know them.
Perhaps you met them at the office, perhaps you met them at the opera (ahem), perhaps you met them while fleeing the authorities after you escaped from a hidden gulag deep in the Siberian wilderness, or you might have met them hitchhiking from some other universe. The point is, you have lots of gems called “friends.” Cling to them! Surrender them not without a fight!
As for adventures…..finding a parking spot can be quite the adventure at times unless you happen to drive a tank. Every moment you draw breath carries with it the potential to live fully or hide from life. Raise your sails, hoist your flag, and let’s weigh anchor for adventure and treasure! (parrot and pegleg optional).
Just keepin’ those stats up, NoZ…and liking the job….
I’m glad you’re enjoying the job. And that you’re enjoying keep my stats up.
Your deep post was ‘polished’ off with great humour at the end – I really liked the paragraph about the car
Thanks again for sharing your deep thought(s)
I like hiding my depth in humor.
Very Very inspiring post. It reminds me of the importance of settling in and embracing the present with all the gifts it brings.
Embrace the gifts that you have been given. They are treasures and worthy of you.
finding a parking spot can be the biggest problem of the day
It’s a challenge to say the least. But so is finding true friends.
who would think such a thing???
you old….
[ahoy matey! happy friday!]
You KNOW you’re just asking for trouble. Okay, here’s the deal, I’ll buy and last one standing buys breakfast!
hahahaha….that seems like one long night!!
It’s only time.
Lots to do and so much to see!
ahoy there matey, ye bring out the best buried treasure every day. Cheers and a bottle of rum.
I expect that it would also be pretty hard to park a tank. Well, to park it legally, anyway. And seriously, who wants to have to pay a parking ticket when you should be out crushing lesser cars? Not me.
Parking a tank is part of the fun of crushing lesser cars. You part the tank atop said lesser car and be about your way whilst the now flattened scrap is given a parking citation for letting the meter run out.
Aha! Clearly I have been looking at this the wrong way. Thank you for sorting me out!