This rolled into my inbox today:
Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Hmm. My problem is I’ve been planting weeds for a very long time. Look what I have to show for it now.
Today I’m trying not to pay too much attention to all the romantic stuff flying around on places like facebook or twitter or on the radio. I got just what I asked for, which was to be alone. I thought it would be a much more fulfilling, happier place, instead of how I actually feel. This is what I get for thinking I actually understand myself, heh.
Today I’m also going to see a therapist. The last time I tried therapy I got to feeling so much better about myself that I ended my marriage after 24 years. Go, me. Of course, there is much for me to figure out. I think the roadblocks and landmines I have placed everywhere could be insurmountable, yet for some reason I’m not ready to give up on trying to sort things out.
I wonder what will happen this time.
Dear Red, If you’re reading this, you’ve gotten out. And if you’ve come this far, maybe you’re willing to come a little further. You remember the name of the town, don’t you? I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels. I’ll keep an eye out for you and the chessboard ready. Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend, Andy Dufresne.
and how can you not read that in Morgan Freeman’s voice?
compare that to Marvin:
Life! Don’t talk to me about life.
Titty sprinkles.
