The missing pieces

November first is just around the corner.

It’s a holiday in my part of the world and people look forward to it. Who wouldn’t? A bit of a breather from work and a chance to catch up with family and friends, sounds good to me!

But its also a time for remembrance. I grew up hearing stories about my long gone family members and how they lived during those times. Their struggles would now seem simple in comparison to our modern woes but I still admire all their efforts to persevere and succeed. Took them years to get there but hey, roses don’t bloom in a day. Nowadays people just take cleverly-aimed snapshots at themselves having fun, looking like a million bucks, maybe do a bit of app-filtering before posting at social media sites and there you go! The modern version of rags-to-riches success story. Five minutes tops!

I digress.

It’s when you encounter finality that you begin to appreciate the time you have in this world. It’s like those blasted deadlines in the office. I swear without them you won’t get anything done. Everybody would be procrastinating and sitting in the cafeteria. That or sleeping in the bathroom cubicles. I’d do the latter.

On the way to work I would hear people say things like “You know (place friend’s name here) is a f@*%ing moron!” or “..(place another friend’s name here) should grow some balls!” and other similar pleasing conversations. I smile because I’m guilty as well. I bet we all are. What I am trying to point out is that nobody will be perfect. Well, except that damn Facebook post by (place your Facebook friend’s name here) who looks as if partying and posting whatever they eat 24 hours has been deemed mandatory by law.

Again I digress. I do miss those people who aren’t with me anymore. I sure wish I had spent more time with them while they were here. So I try my best to make every effort (with emphasis on try) of giving my time to those still hanging around. Easier said than done right? It’s better to ignore them if they do something crazy and stupid. But time is short and who can say when we actually go from this place? Might be tomorrow or next week, who knows? I’d like to spend some time with them now while they are still here. Besides I could always call them a dork and kick their tombstones later on.

So I’ll be spending more meaningful time with family and close friends. That will be fun. Should have done it a long time ago. I do have to get creative for those in my “Love-Thy-Neighbor-Nevertheless” list. I hope I won’t run out of ideas because it’s a long one.

Until the next tune. Peace out!



Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin. – Mother Teresa

Acoustic Cover & Artwork by Allan Olinares. Song by Dave Barnes

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