Sometimes a Rock is Just a Rock

I have a friend who is very intelligent.  She’s also very curious.  She also can be very frustrating at times.  How?

She’s almost always asking me “why”.  Now, like I said…she’s very intelligent, so maybe this is how she got her intelligence — asking the why questions.

I also frustrate her I think.  I never have a good answer to her questions.  You see, I tend to take things as they are — at face value.  I don’t have the ability or the desire to hold things up to the light of day and examine them.  I don’t have the desire to wonder why someone said or did something they said or did.  I just take it at face value and move on.

I try to live here in the moment — in the now.  Too many people in this country have one foot in yesterday and one foot in tomorrow and they’re peeing all over today.

For me to contemplate why someone or something is like they are, well, it’s just too much living in the past.  Someone responds to a posting of mine on Facebook, I read it and move on.  I don’t have the ability or the desire to wonder “why” they said what they said — irregardless of their statement being good or bad.  I just take it at face value and take the next step in this journey called life.

I think somewhere along the line I too used to ask alot of “why” questions.  I stopped asking when I learned that sometime a rock is just a rock and there are no reasons as to why something or someone is the way they are. 

My father used to say the Serentiy Prayer at each meal as part of grace at our table.  Included in the Serenity Prayer is the part that says, “Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things that I can and the wisdom to know the difference”.

I can’t change anything or anyone beyond the tip of my nose.  So I’m not gonna hold it up to the light and examine it and ask “why”.  I’m just gonna continue to accept life for what it is — an adventure.  And I’m gonna accept life on it’s terms — one step at a time. 

The Creator knows what’s best — and for this ol’ boy — that’s good enough.

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