You're at a party. Very festive atmosphere. De music and de menu? Food for de stomach AND de soul. De crowd? Good, lively people--and your special someone is in your arms, so de atmosphere yields fun. Here's your choice, luv: do you enjoy de marvelous moment, or do you grieve because you know that not too far down de road there's bound to be cause for your grief? Your answer is your philosophy and your lot in life.
Recently De Piggy's been lost in introspection. How does one reconcile Christmas wif cataclysmic disaster? Yuletide tsunami? Like Mr. Pig said, "Table-claat!! What a signs-an'-wonda, eeh man!?" Ah commented at Jdid's that this is de stuff ov life--de yin and de yang--much like sweet AND sour tingle more than sweet OR sour. Still, last Sunday's sermon that ambled along these lines left me wif more questions than answers--thus, ah didn't post any sentence from it. "It is given to man to live but once," so ah guess it's given to us to respond to ONE moment at a time. If you're at de party, get involved in de party; if de party's a wake, get involved in de wake. But don't squander de joy ov a birfday party, fearin' de certainty ov de next wake. Guilt at others' sorrow in light ov our own happiness is a high mental hurdle--De Piggy can't quite scale it either, luv; but ah do believe that sometimes de bereaved are uplifted by others' good cheer. (No; don't sing, "It's a weddy time again," at a memorial service.) Bear wif me, I'm workin' this out in mi head, while ah write it. Maybe, I'll grasp it all by de end ov this post . . . Maybe not. Enjoy your day, Bloggers!