In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “180 Degrees.”
They say you’re connected to the entire world,
by just six degrees of separation.
In that case, what’s 180 degrees on views, decisions or acts?
Opening or closing oneself to possibilities?
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
When was the last time that sentence accurately described your life?
The best of the worst
The worst of the best
What will you take?
What would you rather have?
It’s simply a question of tails
On a normal curve.
And I bet you’re the smart ass,
Who’ll reply so,
“I’d rather take a bell(e) with a positive bias.”
We’ve all been asked what five objects we’d take with us to a desert island. Now it’s your best friend’s (or close relative’s) turn to be stranded: what five objects would you send him/her off with?
He asked me to pack things he’d need
For a place on ‘Survivor’.
I asked him to think a while,
He’d figure it out himself.
That the why of the trip
Was more important than the how.
Was it worth turning savage?
Was it worth a pillage?
Wouldn’t it simply be better
To embark, instead, on a pilgrimage?
What’s the most elaborate, complicated meal you’ve ever cooked? Was it a triumph for the ages, or a colossal fiasco? Give us the behind-the-scenes story (pictures are welcome, of course).
I’ve never cooked a complicated meal.
I’d rather try a simple recipe,
Prepared in a jiffy and ready to go,
In a little over half-an-hour or so.
But if you really need to know
The most difficult one I can recall
Is old-fashioned ice-cream.
It chanced upon a winter’s night,
Safe sheltered from the weather,
The board was spread for only one,
yet four men dined together.
There sat the man I meant to be
In glory spurred and booted.
And close beside him to the right
The Man I am reputed.
The Man I thought myself to be
His seat was occupying,
Hard by the man I really am
who to hold his own was trying.
And all beneath one roof we met,
yet none called his fellow brother,
No sign of recognition passed….
They knew not one another.
Have you ever faced a difficult situation when you had to choose between sorting it out yourself, or asking someone else for an easy fix? What did you choose — and would you make the same choice today?
We all want the easy fix.
We all say,
“Why don’t you just make it go away?
Just wave your magic wand,
And all will be fine, as it was.
Bring back my perfect world.”
But nothing comes easy,
We merely remember it so.
And it just seems harder,
In the now and here.
So choose wisely.
“Band-aid, tape or regular exercise?”
When was the last time you took a risk (big or small), and pushed your own boundaries — socially, professionally, or otherwise? Were you satisfied with the outcome?
My mother asked me gently,
“Why, my son, do you push the envelope so?
Why take a risk, when you can let it be so?
Why push for change,
when everyone prefers the status quo?”
And I answered her, saying,
“It’s not that I wanted to.
But the envelope you talk about,
I’ve posted it many a times,
And to too many ,
But the answer I received,
Was always the postman at the door,
Announcing ‘Return to sender. Rejected by addressee.’
And so now I don’t just push the envelope,
I hammer it so.”