That bugger Benjamin Disraeli certainly had some good things to say. Such as: "Action may not always bring happiness, but there is no happiness without action."
So...dream, but follow it up with action. Nothing will happen if you just sit on your fat ass.
But...is non-action also a form of action? Restraining one's own self from doing something that one wants to do with all her heart can take strength and courage, too. So if every action has an equal and opposite reaction, what effect has non-action--which, for all intents and purposes, is a strong action?
As usual, I'm thinking these thoughts while bathed in the pale light coming from my computer screen, not voicing them out loud to anyone (unless you count Barrel Man as someone). That's not to say that I don't have a voice in the offline world. It's just that not everybody hears my real voice. To a friend who took the time tonight to listen (whilst sipping coffee and juice) to a shadow of this voice, my deepest and most heartfelt thanks. :-)
Ohhh, guess what? It's Saturday in my part of the world. Here are just a few of the many posts I've enjoyed reading over the past week. I present them in no particular order.
-Big hair, almost-in-your-face-crotches...what do these musicians have to show for in comparison to more recent musicians? Not much, according to this witty and always enjoyable Indian blogger, Iz.
-You are in a land far from home, making your way around innocently, intent on soaking in the sights and the sounds. Your vacation is almost ruined because of airport security and a damned safety pin. Yep, such a thing happened to Morgen when he was in Egypt. By the way, Mo recently celebrated his 40th birthday by, among other things, making 40 blog entries in one day. Gaaaadzooks! Amazing, Mo!
-Speaking of 40, Matt-man's post about his pledge to forego meat for approximately 40 days and 40 nights, or the whole Lenten season, is simply terrific--and irreverently so. He's done the meat-less thing before, he can do it again! And I'll stop wishing meat-filled dreams on this good pal.
-We've had our share of celebrities-in-the-news lately (unless you're cut off from media of any kind, then how come you're on the Internet and reading this blog?). Janna, renowned Photoshop enthusiast and blogfriend extraordinaire, tells us how her perceptions of some celebrities were changed--or not--according to how other people see them.
-Time and tide wait for no man, so it's been said. But why is it that extra-shitty shit happens to people who probably don't deserve it? The question: "What the hell happened?" is one that the spirited Wendz asked recently. (Okay, she didn't actually say hell...I just added that.)
-For many people, including Houseband00, a song like Fairground can evoke feelings of nostalgia, regret, happiness--sometimes all three things at once. It certainly is a blessing how something that happened in the past can live on vibrantly in our minds and hearts. How true love can continue to burn deep inside despite the interruption of the bastard known as the Grim Reaper.
-A new blogfriend known as Debo Blue has a thought-provoking post about how time slips away. Sometimes, though, we find that it's more than time that just passes us by. We all of us try to find solace in our own ways during such times. Does the west star bring solace, inner peace, memories of love, happiness and togetherness?
Memories. They can be joyful, they can inspire melancholy. Those of the bittersweet kind, though, can leave us feeling uncertain. And to these memories, I respond with something I got from Debo Blue's blog: "Don't cry because it's over; smile that it happened." But then...sometimes it isn't really over, is it? Sometimes good-bye just means "Until we meet again"--in a crappy sort of way.
'Til next week then. I wish everyone a weekend filled with joy, hope, acceptance, and love.