h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Ever notice how certain themes seem to crop up at points in your life? The life theme is doin' it's thang to me at the moment. Snippets of conversations picked up in passing, then reading Douglas Coupland's 'Girlfriend in a Coma'... What am I doing with my life that is of any significant importance? What have I done for my dreams and aspirations for my self and for the world? I love my job, and within it I grow as an artist, which is one thing I always wanted to do. I have freedom to develop and express myself creatively. But there is more. There is life. There is a wind whispering in my ear, telling me there is more. I've left something behind that I need to find again. I need it to plant seeds, to grow...ahhhh, well...the more I think about it, I am sure the more it will glow.

Life is not a theme - it is an actuality. Seize everything it throws at you. Regret nothing. Think not in terms of what you have left behind, but more in terms of what you have put aside until such time as you are ready to deal with it properly. Everything that you have experienced up to now may be giving you the confidence to look at those issues in yourself - those thoughts of dreams and ambitions - don't cut yourself up about not dealing with them earlier - it may just be that you (the real one inside) didn't know how to do it yet. It may be that you still don't, but you are on the way to being able to because You are asking the questions. I feel so often that we expect too much of ourselves. We expect to understand everything about ourselves, to know what it is we want from every set of givens. I'm not saying that you expect too much of yourself. I hardly know you. But that, as a species, in general, we do. And there is no need. You can't get to life if you're too busy 'living'. The themes in Girlfriend in a Coma are of questioning everything around you, and this is a good thing. Push everything as far as it will go, but don't judge yourself on the way.
Wooo. Where'd that all come from? I guess what I was saying is - I know what you mean - that niggling feeling of unrealised potential is there in me too. It's just that recently I have learned to be proud of what I have done so far and grateful that I have seen what I've seen. I'm still young. I'll get to the rest - sometime soon.

Wise young sage....your words rumble with the truth that I know, but too often do not accept in good enough faith in myself. Having just read Girlfriend in A Coma, I am simply realising that there are issues of importance to my heart and soul that I have blocked to protect myself, but now a synchronicity is seeping into my life to guide me to things that will open up new possibilities that I feel I am not only ready for, but in need of. Seek and ye shall find, though be prepared for the findings to be different than what you may have expected when you embarked upon the path.

That's it! That's exactly what I meant to say. You seem to be on a good path. Perhaps I'll meet you on it some time.

Perhaps

I'd like that. Sorry if I freaked you out with the You me and a whip thing. I didn't mean to. Just trying to express myself. (As it were.) I'll clarify soon. I promise.

No need ... just don't fergit yer dog collar next time

I always keep it handy. How're you doing. I feel rough. But. Bringing it round full circle - that's life for you.

Drink lots of water from the river of life...that'll fix ya!

Why didn't you share that wise gem with me last night - then I wouldn't have felt so bad this morning. Grr. Now I am the fierce one - are you ticklish?
;~x

Ha ha...after being incredibly ticklish as a young'n and being tickled into agony by my mother, against whom I could not retaliate as she had cleverly developed an immunity to tickles, I resolved to develop an immunity of my own. Successful I was for years, and years...until recently. Argh! Wherefore has my resolve against tickles gone? I submit in hysterical giggledom. I do. I admit. I am...tee hee hee...ticklish

Excellent. Here's another thought I had. If there are Fairies, are there Foulies too?