As I sit here at the dining table, I cast my eyes yonder to the sun drenched patio. A question bubbles into my mind like the fine froth on a good beer. Shall I venture outside into the 30 plus degree temperatures and sun my pasty white skin in the warm glow of our closest star? Or should I stay here, strong coffee in hand and enjoy the cool breeze gently lulling through from our front door through the house and out the ranchslider?
Suddenly turmoil encases me as I realise that I wish to have the best of both of these worlds. More questions arise and I contemplate the challenge of accomplishing these seemingly small goals. The questions fire at me like the spray from a machine gun. In my mind I wrestle with the decision making process. Just when I think I have made the decision, the process counter strikes with a choking blow to the throat.
Caught in the grip, mentally I picture myself as a mighty army overcoming a weaker enemy. This somehow gives me the strength I need to fend off the decision process and claim my win. As I stand victorious over the decision process, for a moment as I look upon my defeated foe, a pang of sadness fills me as I look at it all beaten up and mangled. This pang comes for just a brief moment before the thrill of my victory engulfs me once again. It was a well schooled enemy, but honour and principles won in the end.
So here I am, still at the table, the status quo maintained. Peace once again gently strokes the grassy fields of my mind.
And there ends todays dramatic writing piece by Shane K Ball a.k.a Balley, a.k.a 8-Ball, a.k.a The Big Teste (my nickname at work).
Bye.
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