Relative Something

You never know, in the grand scheme of things, just how far we can go when all is said and done. There is no time like the present to reap what we sow, as opposed to rip what we sew. Far be it from me to look a gift horse in the mouth or fail to see the forest for the trees. We could all do with a bit more looking people straight in the eye and speaking from the heart. Since half a truth is often a great lie, and a bird in hand is worth two in the bush, all things being equal, we end up with the same difference, if you will. As far as I can tell, it’s just a stone’s throw from things coming up roses. I am not a lawyer, but in my humble opinion, um, yeah, it would be an uphill battle to go against the grain in an unbridled effort to champion a cause where far lesser men have failed, unless the jury is still out, in which case, the lesser of two evils may be the best case scenario. If push comes to shove, we could always bait and switch our objective in hopes of attracting more bees with honey than vinegar when we cash in all our chips and go for the gold. We are as young as we feel and older than we think if life has taught us anything about the true nature of nurturing emotional maturity from the apple a day to day diet of the stars. Underneath it all there lies a cast iron gut wrenching slam dunk possibility for a consolation prize worth ten times as much as the last time around the block knocked silly by a cast of thousands of teeming sports fanatics who made good on a promise to keep one step ahead of the grand scheme of things when all is said and done. The point that deserves the lion’s share of attention all too often lies steeped in its own juices of constipated thinking beyond all shadow of a doubt, without all the debt-laden burdens of proof looming large on the vast horizon of passion to hear ourselves think. We own our own words so the most logical thing to do is pour enough of them out on the table to assure ourselves we hold fair market value in a shrinking gift economy of hyper-inflated dances with fame and fortune. The least we could do is fail to cast aspersions toward the future of our meager ration of reality-based ideology hiding just around the corner from our last chance saloon of brilliant time-saving devices too oft wielded for ill gains while the gnat lies sleeping in the rain.