I like to think I'm open minded. I like to think that I'm not self-centred or egotistical. That I'm compassionate, helpful and a good listener.
It's kind of incongruous in keeping with the fact that I have a blog which is totally self-centred and egotistical.
I like to think that I don't split hairs, nor delve into semantics.
Additionally, I really try not to use "I" so much.
Hilarious, isn't it?
But what is this then, other than an online journal chronicling my journey which sometimes is forwards, sometimes sideways and - more often than I'd like - goes backwards.
A lot of things have happened lately that have added much more gravitas to our lives.
Significant things.
Things that compel you to go back and kiss your loved one a second time before you leave for work in the morning.
As I was driving up Keith Road this evening I was just struck by how small and inconsequential and helpless we all are.
Me. Driving up a steep hill after getting groceries and taking my car through the car wash when a trillion other things are happening. When everything can change in a heartbeat. When I'm just one little person, a speck, accomplishing minuscule things.
Something that a greater power might see as a crumb on a table and flick it off.
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