Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts.
We’re looking for a new house after living in our current home for 34 years. And yes, our house does have ghosts and memories, laughter, tears, bad music and good, cracks in the walls, flowers, stains and halos. So why are we thinking of moving on? Well the official reason is that we want to live in a neighbourhood close to the river or ravine trails. We love hiking and trail running and there’s a lot of pavement to pound and busy streets to cross before we get close to any trails.
But maybe there’s more. Maybe it’s a vague sense of discontent, maybe the fear of getting into a rut, maybe wondering “Is this all there is?” So I did some research. I googled “Meaning of Life” and I came up with this by a person named Spanky at https://au.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20130716230457AAE1oBU:
A young man undertakes a perilous journey over mountains, through jungles, across oceans, seeking wisdom, enlightenment, and the meaning of life. After several years his search leads him to a wise man, drunk in a Thai pub with Isaan music blaring loud from the stage. “Please sir could you tell me, what is the meaning of life?” He asks.
“Life is fun!” replies the jovial wise man raising his glass in a toast.
“Life is fun?” The young man becomes irate. “I journeyed all the way here, across oceans and over mountains and all you have to say is life is fun!”
The wise man puts down his glass, smiles at the young man and says, “OK then, life isn’t fun.”
Life is what you make it, not more or less.
Last week when I was out running, I came across graffiti that said “Ships in harbour are safe, but that’s not what they were built for.” So here I am. I’m learning something completely new. This is my first blog. Ever. I’ve left the shore, entered deep water and my course isn’t clear to me yet. Am I glad to be here? You bet I am!