Relative Something

I know it is the responsibility of the writer to make sense of the subject being written about, but under the structure of publishing something every day, there are moments when attempting to sort it all out becomes more than time allows. Maybe it is related to the ongoing nature of the environmental disaster in the Gulf of Mexico. It defies mental capacity to fully fathom something that continues to soil at the rate and scope of what BP has unleashed on our world.

At the same time, something relatively inane, a baseball game, or more specifically, a “perfectly” pitched game, was foiled by an umpire’s error of perception. A moment’s decision with dramatically significant influence on the subset of people with interest.

A Gaza flotilla is attacked and people killed, followed by a duel by media, as both sides compete to persuade world opinions in defense of their position.

Simple and complex get entangled with important and unimportant, as well as with universal influence and personal impact. Little details of my plans, short-term and long-term, get tangled within the issues my children are facing, and then are painted by recent successes and failures of friends and families near and far, and even impacted by continued vagaries of the weather.

If I wasn’t venturing to write about my experience, I would pause, do some breathing (as much as my lungs allow) and just be in the moment. All which is, is right now. I don’t have to communicate anything. I guess the truth which that reveals is, regardless all the things newsworthy and not, I don’t really have a point. No wonder I find it difficult to sort out.