tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558118390114549284.post3003592354473112576..comments2023-10-07T15:06:47.413+01:00Comments on Muddy roads & dusty trails: Broken inTumbleweedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15867259940208471963noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558118390114549284.post-23492900954326835642009-07-04T14:39:10.816+01:002009-07-04T14:39:10.816+01:00As soon as I read 'Broken In', I wanted to...As soon as I read 'Broken In', I wanted to write and commiserate. But I didn't know what to say. I still don't, but what the hell, why should that stop me, never has before. Besides, you don't need commiseration, since your last thought is about what you have remaining, you are healing. All things, like life itself, are just for us to use for a while, as if we were renting, or borrowing them. It's a weird deal, because we don't know the terms of the rental, especially for how long it will last. So the moral is, choose your things wisely, appreciate them while in your care, and be very, very aware that 'things' may change, at any moment. If you can get to the point where you welcome change, all change (which is, after all, the very essence of life, that things will change...despite our stubborn efforts to maintain the 'status-quo'), you will have achieved almost all of what life is about. And if you can do that while you still have some life left, your remaining time will be spent in one long, beautiful schuss downhill through welcoming powder, laughing all the way.Dr. Strangelovenoreply@blogger.com