Wonderings

I wonder why I chose this image? Sometimes a whim is just a whim.

Of late I've had a lot of time to wonder.  I wonder about things like tomorrow...what's next...and in my darker times of brooding, will there even be tomorrow?  Hard not to go there.  Seems like every day there is a new bit of madness that takes us closer to the edge of eternity.  And yet, we carry on and the sun comes up as always.

So its been a while since I've "blogged" or "phologged"   I wonder why?  But of course I always wonder that.  I usually have a raft of excuses, reasons, explanations....all of which don't amount the proverbial hill of beans*.   It's up to me...always is, a conclusion I come to time after time after time.  Wonder if that will ever change?

I wonder if life will ever be the same.  Even if a vaccine is found, will we ever be comfortable in a room full of people?  Will we ever again shake hands?  Hug?  Sit next to strangers on the train or plane?

This all came suddenly in March of this year.  That seems so long ago now.  Yet it seems like just yesterday.  The rumblings were there but for whatever reason, we didn't really think it would explode as it has.  And change our way of living, as it has, maybe forever.  I wonder where the time has gone.  It's nearing the end of June.  Time goes by faster and faster, but the passage of time this year has been surreal.  To me, it feels like its been one long Ground Hog's sort of day.  And try as we might to do something to change things, we end up in the same place we started.  And meanwhile spring went on as if it didn't miss us at all.   

Meanwhile, I wonder about life.  What is life about?  I remember in my teen years I spent a lot of time wondering about things like the meaning of life and if there really was a God.  I wrote poetry and short tales of ironic themes.  Some of my peers called me the paradox kid.  Seems that was true then.  I wonder if it is true now?  I love to ponder things like this:

• Zeno's Paradox: You can never get from point A to point B, as first you must travel half the distance, and then half the distance left, ad infinitum.
• Barber Paradox: A male barber shaves all and only those men who don't shave themselves. Does he shave himself?

I wonder why things like that appealed to me then....and still do to this very day.  Perhaps it is because it is so true to life.  Everything really is a paradox at one time or another.  Or it becomes a pun.  I love puns.  The more painful the better.  I wonder why that is?  Words, I suppose, but do I really need to know why?  I wonder if it isn't enough just to like these word plays?  Surely it must be.

So right now I'm wondering if  you are still reading this.  Ha!  Perhaps you are.  Some of you will let me know by clicking "like" or making a comment, whether you are reading this at my website, on Facebook or elsewhere.  Some of you will just let me wonder.  As needy as I am for affirmation sometimes, that makes me crazy.  I wonder why?   

After reading this, I wonder what you wonder about and I wonder if you will share your wonderings.  And I wonder if I should have ended that sentence with a question mark.  Or this one.  Wonder why.

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