Yep,
another beautiful day,
wow,
March,
has been,
amazing,
so far,
surprising,
but,
I can live with,
those kind of surprises:-)
I saw this on Face Book,
the other day,
Ok, so this is Bukowski,
so it’s stated with,
no subtlety,
or nuance,
that’s Bukowski,
blood,
guts,
come,
spit,
and,
booze,
there is always,
a gross factor with him,
I respect his ‘truth’, I don’t like his style
That being said,
he’s right.
That’s what’s,
wrong with the world,
that’s also,
what’s right,
with the world.
Because,
let’s be honest,
where would we be,
without doubt?
I don’t mean,
false modesty,
I mean doubt.
The doubt,
that pushes us,
to ‘better’ ourselves,
the doubt that drives,
inquisitiveness,
the doubt,
that ‘forces’ us,
to evaluate,
conventional wisdom,
doubt cones from,
the margin,
the outside edges,
of our minds,
of our hearts,
of the ‘box’.
Where would the world be,
without doubt.
Makes one wish for more,
from the people who,
bring us Jersey Shore,
Twilight,
Coach’s Corner.
Now,
too much doubt,
no,
not good,
sometimes,
you’ve got to say,
I gave it my all,
or,
at least,
my most:-)
Too much doubt,
can lead,
to unsung songs,
unlived love stories,
to cutting your own ear off,
fear not for my delicate ears, girls, I am simply referring to the doubting Van Gogh:-)
Still,
don’t we all wish,
some people ‘suffered’,
more doubt?
Think a world,
without,
Justin Bieber,
Danielle Steele,
Harlequin romances,
Paula Abdul,
Dr. Phil,
would that be so, so bad?
Perhaps,
it would.
Contrast is necessary,
and,
what the ‘hey’,
to each his own,
doubt brings,
out,
both,
the Emily Dickinsons,
and,
the Dubyas,
the Bruce Springsteens,
and,
the Barry Manilows.
Oh well,
Vive la Difference.
Later girls,
BB
