Half-Mind Rant




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What is Our Purpose?



Half-minds,

How many times have we been driving down the road (regardless of which side) and started thinking about a topic, only to get ourselves so worked up that our thoughts rush by too quickly, only to have them lost before getting them on paper--which makes us even *more* frustrate?.  Then, when we do starting organizing our thoughts, they're all a jumble. Argh!

Then.  Then something happens to put it all in perspective.  The Big Picture.  Our raison d'etre.

This month I share with you one of those types of experiences.

On On!
Watergate

My original topic of this rant was not upbeat.  It was actually quite dour, touching upon the juxtaposition between how happy everyone had been in Cardiff and the treatment of some, and the unhappiness levels of all, on a certain international hash mailing list that will be left unnamed.  Other topics to be included, but not limited to, how some use way too many words when writing and simply won't GET TO THE POINT, spelling and grammar in emails, how the Hamersley Poor Man's Weekend really isn't for the poor man if you've got  to get all the freakin' way to Perth, and the cost of tea in China.

All that changed last night.

How and why did it change, you ask?  Well, I'll tell you.

I'd just returned from a fairly successful shopping frenzy, having found some sexy lingerie, boots with three-inch high heels that were actually comfortable and fab martini glasses, in anticipation of the US invasion of Target Practice a few weeks hence.

I was feeling pretty good about that, but still stewing about the rant topic(s) when the phone rang.  The caller was someone about whom I care a great deal.

So? you ask.

Well, this person is a hasher who just spent several months spitting sand out of his teeth, getting shot at, sleeping when/where he could and eating food that demanded any kind of condiment supplement.  He really, really, really didn't want to leave the camp but did.

Did he whine about it?

Nope.

What did he talk about?

He talked about how excited he was to go the hash on Saturday.  THE HASH!  He talked about how beautiful the drive was going to be, through miles and miles of lush trees and how great it was going to be to do trail again.

I cried.  I cried because my friend, the luckiest guy in the world, gets to be home with his friends doing what he likes doing best: hashing.

Without belaboring the point, life is good if you let it.  Let's let it.  Each of us in our own way.  The next time you're in the circle, look around and don't forget to appreciate the fact that you can be there.  On trail.  With friends.

Welcome home, Mr. Bigglesworth.
 

ON-ON,

Watergate



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