To Analyze or Act
“It’s hard to comprehend.” That is a statement we have all made so many times, yet today I thought about it in an abstract way for the first time. Maybe some things are not meant for our comprehension.
In love, pain, anger, happiness, distress; in relationships, business, sports, even card games, puzzling, wonderful and sometimes overwhelmingly heartbreaking events occur. Some are justifiably infuriating, others simply odd, but they are, in the end, “hard to comprehend”.
In my life the term has primarily been used for a few distinct powerful situations, and to emphasize the seriousness of such. In anger, sympathy, joy no matter, it is an emphatic place holder for that which we cannot wrap our heads around. Is it possible that in some of these instances we are supposed to just wrap our arms around one another instead?
I’m not the worlds best planner. In fact, unless it’s a fishing, hunting or a golf trip, I might be the worlds worst, but I’m a good liver. No, no.., I didn’t say I had a good liver, I said I am one. That “where the wind may blow me” roadmap leads to many ports of call, and thousands of differing relationships. This invariably presents “hard to comprehend” in droves.
Life is a wonderful mystery. It is full of joyous moments as well as painful events. Unfortunately, We would not recognize one without the knowledge of the other. The events that cause the highest of highs and those that spawn the lowest of lows share at least one thing; they are very often unfathomable, unexplainable and “hard to comprehend”.
We have a choice when these things occur; spend our time trying to wrap our heads around them, or spend that energy wrapping our arms around each other. I believe the later will Leave us in a Better Place. Together We will enjoy the Mountain tops of euphoria longer. Embraced by One another We will rise from the depths of despair sooner, allowing Us to climb the peak once more.
Peace
Will
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Will– Thoroughly enjoyed your column in this month’s Parks and Wildlife mag. As you know, your Dad Paw Paw and I were members of the terrible “Mob” golf group at Beaumont CC for many years. What great memories I still have!
Another great Paw Paw story happened one day when he and our friend Bob Lee took me fishing in Sabine Lake. We went down in Lee’s car, pulling the boat on a trailer After a nice morning of fishing, we came back to the launch pad, and put the boat back on the trailer. Bob then pulled the trailer back up on the highway, where we worked to clean things up and prepare to return to Beaumont. Bob and I got back in the car, and Bob started up, thinking Paw Paw was also in the car. He had accelerated to about 55-60 mph, when we heard loud screaming and cursing coming from the back of the car, and realized that Paw Paw as still in the boat, madder than hell, and probably scared to death. Of course, we quickly stopped, and then had to endure 20-30 miles of diatribe from Paw Paw as we drove home.
We had to endure the same story many times after that, particularly with other members of the “Mob”.
Frank Eastman
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