Lacadaisical Labyrinth

Marked.

For life.

For a life.

Of and in your life.

May not be so funny “ha ha” after all.

Profiling.Priming. Pruning. Grooming.

Does not sound like a beautiful garden in the making. In the growing.

Late to the Party? Again.

Perhaps it was not that fun to begin with but loaded—-with a lot of ammo of point, shoot and click…….For later. For use….later

Just in case.

There was a deal on the table, under the table over the table……..To intrude upon.

Tired of being late to the party?

Me too.

Contemporaneous Coincidence?

Who knows.

Effort Really Counts?

Used to.

When the checks were crossing the Atlantic. In the mail, snail mail.

The need for speed is a desperate need to weed—-out.

Best not blink first and you should be ok.

Who knows.

Absurd. definitely.

Never ending. Tiring.

The present is a present you can give yourself in the present.

’Cept. Patterns have a way of repeating themselves. Extenuating circumstances and situations extend. Continue to rear the ugly heads of discontent. In and around your orbit.

Bad habits die hard.

What to do?

Draw blood?

Draw on an old soul. Of content. Otherwise, discontent may become the disability, the inability to “tell” the difference or similarity.

Yikes.

Speak to create?

Speak to destroy?

Act to build up?

Act to gossipy destroy?(dk)

Choice is a freedom one can give oneself. Recognizing the choice is present is half the battle. True support is the other half of the battle.

Choose wisely.

Indifference is a weak and unstable bridge of meaningful connection. A “here to get there” intention of questionable motivations for some. No so, for others. Telling the difference takes astuteness.

World-weariness has a way of causing a pounding headache of unanswerable noise. Who would not want to run away from the noise? Too painful. Bored? What to do. What to do.

Cause trouble so as to rock the boat. “See what happens” In order to laugh, cry, so called-prank another.

Not so funny. Stir the pot to see the pot?

Yikes. Apathy has a bug-like lazy wing of brokenness. Aridity ain’t gonna help the beautiful garden to blossom or prosper. Not enough to go around is not enough to go around. Good or bad.

Pain is normally not a present, a gift you give yourself. Not a gift that keeps on giving.

Presence is.

Take it from a non human. Nonchalance is a talent animals can use with precision. When hunted animals behave with extraordinary nonchalance. Skillful? No. Perceptive. You betcha.

Young kids need to know. We understand. Your coping and survival skills on a basic basis. To survive in the world of adolescence many folks get it.

“Get” the three factor structure of dealing with friends.

Avoidance.

Mastery.

Nonchalance.

The coping devices of getting from here to there. The here to there while carrying the immense and contemporary social stresses on your back, stuffed into your back packs and cores while multi-tasking at checking the latest “news” on your hand-held devices.

Rest assured.

You are not responsible for the mess that comes across your desks.

Or you screens.

And may land square in your heads.

Confusion reigns and sorting through the normalcy of it all because desentisizing.

But one cannot help but wonder…

What is going on?

While the so called adults bicker about what they have hidden under their beds, in their closets, in their briefcases, the kids are taking matters into their own hands.

And. Hurting one another.

In the days of old, kids hurting kids on the playground used to be a rather benign punch in the nose, a shove back, a warning to “respect my space”.

Now weapons of destruction are hidden in plain sight, almost begging to be noticed…..and being aimed and shot at one another. While the adults talk and talk and think and pray……perhaps even put their feet up and “wait for it to “go away””.

Thinking, hey, this is not my problem, I have paid my dues, it is your to deal with. And. The kids are doing just that.

Dealing with it.

The debates rage on, the judgements are spewed, the experts chime in, the parents cower. Because strength is hidden somewhere under their bed, in their closets, in their briefcases. And they may have never dealt with it in the first place.

First place. Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing? Used to be. Now. The race to the top is oftentimes reached with a gun, a hack, a tweet, a spiked this or a spiked that. Heartbreaking.

Fighting the right fight becomes a confusion of vacant words, deeds and actions. A bad and dry drink of revenge. Shaken. Stirred. Straight up or with a twist.

Through challenges and mess ups we learn. What God’s clear expectations, and consequences will be. But we must wait until our personal judgment day to say our “peace” and then and only then are or will we be revived or redeemed.

Not with a mean tweet.

Not with a gun.

Not this way.

Blasting off an email may keep the conversation going positively or negatively. A way to show we “care”. Mostly it shows a reach out of epic proportions. A “help me” deal with this.

Vacant change just for change is not change. It is empty, flat and hollow. Half-hearted. Lost in the dizzying maze of confusion is no excuse, no way to live.

Or die.

Use the ledge carefully. (dk). Youth and adults adults should pay the price of the burdens and errors of the person’s before them. They are being saddles with enough grief to spread around.

We owe the kids better than the this that is now.

We owe them more than, this is your problem, not mine.

Opportunity, opportunists hide on every corner of life.

No one is immune.

Take the first step to trust.

A trusted adult.

They exist, are out there.

The this that is now is not normal.

Through challenges and “mess ups” we learn and grow.

Allow yourselves the self respect to not act like the adults in the room.