KRISSY'S SPACE

Mercilessly the clock ticks away moment by precious moment while I grow increasingly anxious staring into the mocking face of time, once again. It is all too clear that there will never be enough time to accomplish everything that is so seemingly necessary. When inspiration consumes me while in the midst of humanities ironic truths (the contention of this moment is death), I find that writing is the most enjoyable for me or at least cathartic in its release of pressure in my head. Death has taken root with its persistent and ruthless pursuit of destroying everything and everyone one, bit by bit until its intended and definite goal is accomplished. Goals of humanity are left incomplete and our counterparts get left behind in sadness and bewilderment. The people still standing get to contemplate the inevitable fate that each and everyone must face.

  Time is a concept that we have erroneously captured and shoved into watches and alarms. We slap it between the pages of day planners and calendars. We break it down from eras, centuries, decades, years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds and rebuild it like some mad scientist in search of the perfect solution. Like locusts and other postulant insects, we devour every moment in sight as our appetite for time increases and escalates to the point of total  frenzy  Our  planet for instance is currently on the all you can eat menu. We consume and destroy the earth constantly but still remain baffled beyond belief when faced with the aftermath of shameless gluttony and abuse. It takes multiple wake up calls in the form of  mudslides, floods, earthquakes, global warming, droughts, fires, and disease to bring about that moment of pure  exhaustion  which  knocks you on your ass, causing a final clue to be caught.

Believing that nothing can be any more surreal than the speed in which time travels, life turns down Twilight Zone Dr where there are many stop and starts along the way. This is where nothing makes sense. Death is king and rules with a fickle fist. This fist has no rhyme or reason in determining the rules of engagement.  Death cares not about a person’s age, health status, or whether justice is served or over looked completely. Money holds no weight and mercy is a gift delivered behind the scenes when the rest of us are left stunned in our tracks and the mental coma taking front seat to all that is rational.

Face it friends, life is a mere game of Russian roulette starting from the very moment of conception. We are fragile, yet strong. Amazingly beautiful in our design, yet amazingly ignorant of the majority of truths that make up our earthly existence. We think we know so much but reality proves us otherwise, time and again. We make our way towards life’s finish line the best way we know how. Some of us finish gracefully while others fall on face in disgrace. Some manage void   grace only to resemble more awkward and messy in their trip and tumble approach to the finish line. Even without the graceful end, they manage to do it with dignity none the less. In contrast there is the stainless steel, buttered shoe- wearing, all-the –world-is-toast-minded people who are under the impression that they are masters of life which has become a recreational sport in which there is misguided belief they have control over it. In the big scheme of things, control is but a pipe dream. The simple truth is that while one man is seemingly lucky another is pathetic and tragic.  Regardless of what we deem to be the mark of worth or success is nothing but a joke. No matter how you slice it, we all suffer the same fate in the end. Death does not discriminate. Regardless of the MO, the closing scene is the very same as all others. Day by day and one by one, we are called to attention and with each passing soul, leave with them the memories of those who passed before them. We will become obsolete in the minds of the living as they too become a mere link in the chain of death. The coveted trophy of success that you thought yours by other like minded people deeming it so really belongs in the garbage. It is hypocrisy and silly to believe one’s own lies. Utilization of trophies to prove one soul more important than another is down right dumb. True thinkers will conclude to know nothing and with this nothing, will refrain from slapping people with labels of success or failure. I came to the revelation of truth in life and death, under sheer exhaustion, and on my knees in the Good Lords Presence. I gave thanks to Him for allowing me to know nothing about something, something about nothing. I definitely thanked him for my friends and family that are in my life. Last but not least, I thank Him for the living ignorant and the blissfully dead, neither of which and ironically enough, could care less about any of this.

I WISH TO BID A FOND FAREWELL TO A FRIEND WHO LEFT THE WORLD RECENTLY. MY HOPE IS THAT HE FOUND THE PEACE WE ALL WISH FOR OURSELVES SOMEDAY, SOMEHOW.

SAVE A PLACE FOR ME AND TOMMY, SCOOTER! WE ARE JOINING YOU AT THE TABLE ONCE AGAIN SOMEDAY. 

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