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@sword wrote:
If every job in the world paid the same wage, what would be the point in being an innovator?
Being able to build a machine capable of getting me the hell out of this century..that would be the point. Also discovering the cure for – say – cancer. Y’see some folks don’t work just for the money. :wink:
@stephen1 wrote:
Engagement? We haven’t even locked lips yet. Oh and I love emeralds..but anything sparkly will suffice! :wink:
I’m moving to fast, then? My exuberance will prove my undoing yet. Hmm, something sparkly…let me think.
A length of tinsel..I love glittery nonsense..it’s the magpie in me. :wink:
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@abitofmary_j wrote:
i pretty much achieved and been lucky to have various oppertunities in my life, and followed my dreams… still to do its to travel the whole of Australia with my family, and also mirgrate there…. ohhh and to be able to walk unaided also…!!! i’ll never take wee things for granted again either, and appreciate everything ive got, to make sure my kids are forthmost happy and achieve their dreams and goals, as NO is not a word in our lives anymore, its well anything is possible if you can make it happen…
Beautiful sentiments, Mary.
When I was younger, I should have made a list of “100 Things NOT to do Before You Die.” Would have saved me a bit of trouble. Definitely wouldn’t have taken a swig of that Aqua Velva just because I was high and it was being passed around.:shock:
While I think we all get the idea of doing a few exciting things before we kick the bucket, it has been my experience that the very best things just happen. They are more a by-product of being open to one’s life. Things like making love outside, because you are with someone you love, and it seems right to be sharing that kind of intimacy at that moment. You can’t plan for that, but what an affirmation of oneself it can be. Walking around in your yard on an early morning, your pajamas still on, with your bare feet feeling enlivened by the wet dew…it is like a visitation from life itself. It’s like “Yeah, that’s what the earth feels like.”
Really, a list of things one should do before dying is rather contrived. The things on that list become like chores that have to be ticked off.
-Go on a balloon ride…check.
-Jump out of a plane…check.
-walk across a pond on the backs of alligators…check.
It’s really making a “to-do” out of a to do list; and in so doing we may miss out a more meaningful journey.
Stephen1
I agree with your sentiments absolutely, Stephen, life oughtn’t to be planned as one would a shopping-list; the most amazing episodes in my own lifetime have been entirely without outline, scheme or guideline. That is the very thrill of existence!
I love my best friend, we’ve been together since I was 13, she was 14 and we met in Geography class..we had a joint propensity for drawing filthy captions beneath pictures of shiny headed Zambians or gurning Inuits, so it was ‘pals at first sight.’
In the decades since, we’ve experienced every human joy and suffering together, gotten up to the most outrageous antics, and never with one cross word between us, although neither..until recently..have we said the words ‘I love you’ to each other..we’re just not like that and it kind of went without saying until circumstances deemed it something of a necessity.
Today is her birthday and we’re throwing a party for her..hubs spent yesterday baking and the place is piled with food and drink..none of which I’m allowed to have..but I don’t care.I have been blessed with my friends and my family and having them here together to celebrate the solar return of one of the most special of them..is all the sustenance I need.
I just wanted to say it in type..I love you Joyce.A lifetime ago, I was at Glasgow City Carnival, when I popped in to see the fortune teller..a real shrivelled old gypsy-wifey, who made me cross her palm with silver.
First off, she told me that I was cheating on my boyfriend – now as I had nipped in to see her the previous week with a different bloke in tow who was indeed not my boyfriend, I think that set the tone, as she proceeded to get ripped into me:
I would never be truly happy, none of my friends would like me, I would be divorced twice and – wait for it – even my children would hate me.
Half horrified and half-bemused as I was then, I often wonder if this had any bearing on my decision not to have children. Anywaystomorocco – she was wrong about everything else so I reckon she just didn’t like the cut of my jib.
BTW, my friends ADORE me. :wink:I have four middle names after my christian one, although as I wasn’t actually christened, then it technically isn’t my christian name, simply my first name. Howsoever, the fourth name after my first name – which should really be known as my fifth name – is Esmeralda.
So it is a part of my actual name and not an adopted moniker.
Are you with me? Because I lost meself by the third comma. :roll:@stephen1 wrote:
Now whose setting rules of engagement? :wink: Chill away, and have a great evening.
Stephen1
Engagement? We haven’t even locked lips yet. Oh and I love emeralds..but anything sparkly will suffice! :wink:
Can’t get enough of the astounding..
