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Life is What Happens to Other People
Once more we’re sat on a bench with a notebook and pencil - a few thoughts . . .

I’ve decided to sit a while, I’ve been walking for a few hours now so I’ll tarry a while. I rest my legs but not my mind and so, sat on a bench in Cleethorpes with glorious sunshine beaming down upon me I scratch away randomly as thoughts come into my head . . .

A lot seems to be going on in the immediate vicinity of the Goldeneye Dacha, all sorts of turmoil, heartbreak and disaster yet I sit here and it all seems to go on around me, as if I wasn’t here, leaving me an unaffected spectator - Life is What Happens to Other People!


The View From the Bench as I Wrote This

I see a life winding down but the settled order of nature is at hand to restore the balance as I also see a wondrous new person only months into the journey of life, smiling with all the joy that ignorance brings.
I see a bizarre incident which throws a family into turmoil and it’s now starting to feel as though I’m watching some TV Soap Opera, I know the people yet somehow I’m outside looking in, the eternal voyeur on life.

I suppose if you never seem to be involved in such things that are the tumultuous excitement that is other people’s lives then it’s little wonder you begin to feel like an outsider!
The concerns of others are rarely the concerns of yours and indeed my concerns seldom seem to perturb others.

A Stranger in a Strange Land

A stranger in a strange land is a mantel I seem to have adopted, I’m not sure whether it’s one I actively cultivated, albeit subconsciously, or simply something which has quietly crept up on me - either way I don’t seem to feel a connection to the environment I’m in.

But, given the results this life seemingly throws up being a stranger in a strange land is, perhaps, no bad thing . . .
Yours a sunwashed,
Rod

4 Comments »

  1. Ariadne said,

    April 17, 2014 @ 6:03 am

    Rod,

    Boy, I enjoyed your post! And I think describing yourself as a “spectator” of things is hard evidence that you could make a good writer. Isn’t this something that sets the kind apart from other people? The fact that they can disassociate themselves from the environment and watch what happens around as a theatrical play? The fact that they find meaning in and ponder over even seemingly trivial things that go unnoticed by others? The fact that they can enhance and transform real life experiences into a world of their own? If we are to believe what some of them have said in interviews, I think it is.

    As for smiling because of ignorance, true, that’s a baby’s privilege. On the other hand, it’s good if adults can smile and laugh despite of what they know. I’d like to believe I’m not the silliest person alive, I can be very serious and absolute about things, but I enjoy laughing out loud as often as possible—preferably more than once a day—anywhere: at home, at work, with friends, in the street. There’s always a sunny side to life, and it’s better to focus on that.

    I wish you many more meditative days,
    Ariadne

  2. Rod said,

    April 17, 2014 @ 7:57 am

    Ariadne,
    pleased you enjoyed it, and thank you for saying so, no for flattery purposes but for feedback, it really helps to know what people think as I don’t want to bore people.

    I am told I see things others seem to miss though I imagine in seeing these things I miss others, perhaps that further adds to a detachment!?

    I envy you laughing out loud so often Ariadne, sadly, I can remember the last time I did, a month or so ago.
    I’d certainly agree on the sunny side, the key to life is control of your own mind, once you have that you can master your thoughts - then it’s easy enough to be pleased with what you have rather than lamenting what you have not.

    Thanks, as always, Ariadne
    Regards,
    Rod

  3. Chris33 said,

    April 17, 2014 @ 7:07 pm

    Rob just found your sight.I was talking to my 89yr old Mum today about butterfly bombs. Her uncle was killed by a anti personel in Queen Mary Ave 14th June 1943. he was an air raid warden for the area as he lived in Park St. He kicked the bomb and died of his injuries in hospital.There is a plaque at the Memorial Hall with the civillian casuaties on it. No one has mentioned it being there for all to see.
    My Mum lived in Harrington St and their house was damaged when the bomb exploded between Phelps St and Barcroft St the back door blew off and Mum was buired under the door and rubble. She still has the scars to this day.My Nan commented for years after “what a day, soot and dirt everywhere,” but a pile of clean laundry on a chair in the corner was completly untouched!!!!
    My Aunt who is 85 tells the tale of the lone bomber coming along Harrington St and firing at a train and a bullet going into the front door.Mum still has the sqaushed bullet knocking about somwhere. Aunty was on her way to school and was dragged into a passage by a man as the bullets were flying everywhere.They waited until the plane had gone and went onto school. She comments that there was no counciling you just got on with the day. Kids today would not cope,they made them tough in those days.
    Aunty`s favorite story is finding a fish shop open and going out in the black out to fetch them. word spread like wildfire if there was fish on the menu. Hope this in not boring.

  4. Rod said,

    April 17, 2014 @ 7:08 pm

    Hi Chris,
    thanks for the comment and welcome to the site
    Kind regards,
    Rod

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