Throughout your life, you will come across many disasters. I don't believe that there is any other point in life than now (college) that you will encounter more disasters. It's the growing up part. It's the stumbling your way along pretending you're an adult, when you're just unadmittedly still a child. It's this in between where you learn from your mistakes, and you go on to make even more mistakes and maybe someday, just maybe you'll be an adult (unlikely). But for now, you are far from that point. Among the many disasters from sketchy scheduling, to overdue payments, perhaps cooking disasters would be the most common. Watch out for those burnt fillets, moist-free noodles, over-seasoned soups, etc... You never know when disaster will strike, but it will. Don't worry, it will.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Disastrous
Throughout your life, you will come across many disasters. I don't believe that there is any other point in life than now (college) that you will encounter more disasters. It's the growing up part. It's the stumbling your way along pretending you're an adult, when you're just unadmittedly still a child. It's this in between where you learn from your mistakes, and you go on to make even more mistakes and maybe someday, just maybe you'll be an adult (unlikely). But for now, you are far from that point. Among the many disasters from sketchy scheduling, to overdue payments, perhaps cooking disasters would be the most common. Watch out for those burnt fillets, moist-free noodles, over-seasoned soups, etc... You never know when disaster will strike, but it will. Don't worry, it will.
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Your note reminded me of this poem that I really like.
One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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