Thursday’s Child has Far to Go
Appropos, considering it’s Thursday, and I was born on a Thursday. Plus, I suppose it’s better than being a Wednesday’s Child, since they are full of woe.
I did some googling, and apparently being full of woe means that you are a serious person who sees the unfairness in the world and tries to make it better. Having far to go means that we have so many ideas and want to do them all, and because of that it takes us much longer than everyone else to get to the end (goals or heaven, whatever). (Apparently we are easily distracted, as evidenced by that fact that it took me five minutes to get to this sentence after the previous one.) Maybe this isn’t such a bad thing, although it seems like a bad thing when you see where you want to go, and you see the yellow brick road, and yet you just can’t stay on track. (Is that mixing a lot of metaphors, because really I don’t care at this time. Check back tomorrow.) You wander off the road and get attacked by flying monkeys or evil trees; you get scars on your body and scars on your soul; your faith gets tested and shaken or even destroyed, but eventually you get there.
How much easier would it be if we could just stay on the shiny path! I know for myself that I just can’t. I have to know what’s on that side trail, or what’s behind that rock, or see how far the creek goes. Most of the time I just find biting bugs, or twist my ankle on rocky paths, or get lost and lonely in the dark. Sometimes, though, I find something so extraordinary that everything else fades into distant memories. At least until I get bit by another bug.
I wonder, though, how extraordinary the find would be if we didn’t have all of the bad things for comparison. Would we be able to have those moments of seemingly perfect joy, if we didn’t have all those soul-sucking weeks of darkness? I don’t think so. Then again, I’m sure this entry doesn’t make sense to anyone but me, and if I come back and read it later, even I won’t know what I was talking about.
Maybe those kids born on the other days of the week should stop and offer us a ride, and maybe a sedative.
you made me have to roll the calendar back to 1975. i was born on a thursday, too! i would say your description is pretty apt. reminds me of a dixie chicks’ song, “Taking The Long Way Around”. That’s pretty much what it’s about, having taken the scenic route through life while everyone else seems to have followed the standard track through life. oh well, those people are boring anyways! i may have put/be putting myself through some unnecessary hardships, but damn i’ve had some good times & made some wonderful memories & friends along the way!