futility, me i was just trying to please everyone

Futility, me I was just trying to please everyone

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edward w pritchard

There is an element of futility to our lives. If we could slow down the daily activities and then remove ourselves far above the commotion we would see our comings and goings as they are.

Me, I was just trying to please everyone. Somewhat selfless but actually bouncing about the maze rushing to keep everyone happy, or so we think. Misunderstanding many things.

Set a course for yourself. Have a philosophy.  Stick to you ideals. There is much noise in our lives.

Meditate and find your inner center. The illusions you have succumbed to for many years will dissolve before your eyes and you will begin to see clearly. Balance the good and bad to find a workable routine.

Life has no meaning. The struggle for survival is a slow motion travesty for understanding.

being vs. becoming/ Sunday night Nov 21, 2010 vs Sunday night Nov 20, 2011

being vs. becoming/ Nov 21 2010 vs. Nov 20, 2011

Below is what we wrote one year ago today. Has anything in our lives changed in one year? Here's a reprint of last years stories with a few edits.

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edward w pritchard

Sunday, November 21, 2010


A What if: If Alexander the Great receives a restraining order

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edward w pritchard

The most successful human to date was the Macedonian General Alexander the Great. However Alexander by all accounts  took reckless chances in battle, wore a plumed colored hat to flaunt military convention, and charged directly at his enemy the King of Kings and commander in chief  Darius, of Persia.

What if Alexander the Great had been deemed too short, too gay, and too suicidal to lead the troops to India? What if a restraining order was issued to keep Alexander from leading the Macedonians and what if another Gereral had done so for Macedonia and lost to the Persians?

In that case Darius the Great of Persia, winning General, would have been deemed the greatest human and their God, Ahura Mazdah, would have been proclaimed dead [ by Nietzsche]  in the last century.

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second story written one year ago [ we were watching football today, today's consensus subject of discussion being, again,  there's too much passing in Pro football]

There's too much passing in professional football/ Nov 21, 2010

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edward w pritchard

There's too much passing in professional football. Too much passing in football is caused by the desire by everyone for instant gratification of all their needs. Instant gratification causes the slow demise of the school systems which keeps the young from being properly educated. Lack of education is causing politicians to be selfish and not altruistic and greedy and dishonest. Poor performance by politicians screws up the economy. A screwed up economy makes people cash poor and poor people can't afford tickets to professional football games.

In time the economic system in America is self correcting. Until then maybe women quarterbacks in Professional football; it's indisputable that women can't throw a football as far as men; all other things being equal.

all hat no cattle-draft one

all hat no cattle

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edward w pritchard

Every day since way way back the birds get up at four ten AM and start to chirp and sing. Lately, for the last hundred years or so about that time the rail road workers toot the train horn as they bring everyone the stuff we are supposed to need. You can hear that train a coming from a long way off and it gently stirs you from slumbers of the past. You hear that whistle even if you sleep alone boxed in a house or on the deck flooring outside under ageless stars and galaxies. About then those of us without the totality of will to jump up and start working so we can buy all the stuff the train workers are transporting roll over in our sleep and dream on of prestige and fame, supplied by magical means. Then, someday we can help everyone and no one will have to suffer or die or see the real truth of how things are.

We mean well, but we hurt others, those responsible, realistic. taking to heart what someone told them. Lucky they are who had someone proper to instill them; the only way to go was to study hard, defer- learn to live on 3/4 of your income, put 1/4 into savings and build up one or more years income into a savings account, then if something bad happens you can take care of yourself for a while without being part of the problem. Then all is well, no one will suffer and if they do they deserved it. Life is cruel but interest on principle will soften life's sting to those left behind. Compete, endeavor, prosper.

The plain facts are brutal it seems: when we are born we start to die, everyone will eventually suffer, we are just a material substance destined to decompose. Pain accompanies the decomposition. Some seem blessed temporarily but that's an illusion caused by a misunderstanding of time.

Think for yourself. Be realistic, but, be kind first some others say. If you use up the supplies too soon in the process, don't think about that. The end is inevitable

Try, don't be pathetic, it's over soon.

Leave a monument or not. Don't reminisce. Help the planet or not, no matter. Idealism or materialism; God or the exercise bike, the ends the same.

Sin is perpetuating the process.

Why continue. The senses entice. The mind directs curiosity. The soul craves continuation.

Sunday morning:
lord direct my gaze,
lord guide my steps
lord move my hand
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come down to earth
do something
start marching-duty will call
chill amigo
it's sad for me too sometimes