I Allow It

HI Richard. I won't make it down this week but I hope you chose to read this one. When I read your pieces like this I don't know whether to give you a hug, a kick up the arse or just be happy that I know someone who can write with such honesty and skill. Well done. Hope you're having a good weekend.

Zo, Monsieur Blighters, you do not allow fate to be fate. You do not allow god to be god. Veeery interesting. Good for you!

I'm with oldpesky in his comment to you. I for one shall continue to read your posts. Regards. Well done on the cherry.

liked your honesty, thought it was very true.

I really, really like this one :) Beeme xx

This poem is deep. I shall continue to ponder.

Yes, very good. Very much 'the human condition' - certainly not just you. See you on Wednesday. Rob

Thanks for the exposition. I think I did (slightly) misunderstand your intention here - sorry. The poem does raise a lot of issues, cultural, personal and philosophical and, indeed, poetic. It's funny how something so seemingly simple can send one, when one does start to ponder, spinning around in lots of personal ratiocinative circles - at least in my case. ON the cultural side, I suppose I do wonder what you mean by god here. Is that a religious god, a Christian one? Somehow the notion of god seems quite highly culturally determined or loaded in a way that a notion or the notion of fate is not. I fear I'm launching into some form of socratic discourse which I recognise is a bit presumptuous of me - particularly as I am no Socrates! lol

Yeah, I understand better now. Thanks. I think where you might say God, I think I might say Spirit, though, for me, spirit and Spirit and spirits all seem to work in a ... a kind of multiple dynamic, which is what I think I did take away (as in absorb, develop internally) from your fascinating poem.

Yes, I understand what you're saying, but I think I would say that, many times, I find that people do 'do it for me when I need sustainable enlightenment' - often in quite seemingly random and quirky ways. But then again, one could say that's not random but the result of some higher power or fate, in that one could be said to meet the person that one meets at or around the moment that one needs to meet that person - and, it's often mutual. The last time I was about to have an accident, I just shouted out 'garh'. I was in my car and I wondered why I made that strange noise and then I realised that it was the body's way of ensuring that I didn't bite the end of my tongue off in the heat of the moment. Darn clever! Don't know why I added that - just thought I would. All I can think now is thank god for ABS or there'd be two less ASBOs on the planet right now.

I met this weird geezer once at a party - he was a Lib Dem councillor - he was introduced to me as such and that his particular responsibility and claim to fame was duck patrol. lol . I somehow never got up the energy to ask exactly what duck patrol was all about!!

Very belatedly, this is great writing and I could really emapathise with you. You deserve much paraise for your honesty. Additons are really awful and cause so much pain, both to yourself and those who love you. I totally got this. Keep up the struggle - and believe in whatever or whoever you need to get by. In any case - there has to be something better than this life surely. And believing that can get you through, and I hope it does for you too.