Grasping for a Moral

That was a good movie, it makes you think. It makes life a little different color and a bit more luminescent. That sermon was a sword, splitting marrow and bone, truth and untruth. I do, I want to see that one; it looks like it would be insightful. If I somehow resolve this story it will make you smile and go on your way. What if I left this story unresolved? The little boy was playing in the sandbox and smacked his sister (this is where you finish the story for yourself and in a puff of foresight you predict, his mother spanked him or he became a terrible little boy or something) but instead...no ending, no moral. You will never know how that story ends. Troubling? Resolution is a healing medicine. The vacuum that is you left to your own thoughts is the roaming alternative. Without a bite-sized moral to the story, a void is left. I need a purpose for my appointment at three o’clock. Looking back over the week’s fortune cookie style collection of inspirationals, I say to the room, the contents of a box marked “Christmas tree ornaments, 1975-present” would have more unification and make much more sense together that this collage of lessons to live by. The compartmental joys some have had carrying with them the bubble gum wrapper with today’s success tip written across it is noble and true, don’t me wrong, but if I bristle it is because just the thought of walking into the trap life has set for me that I saw coming from a mile away but couldn't avoid because I'm busy reeling from moral to moral is fermenting in my mind. And yes, I have thought about myself a little too much today but it isn't just myself, it is you too. I want our lives to be better, you and I.