Friday, 2 November 2007
Ebb and Flow
I don't presume to think I am in control of my destiny, but some days self delusion is easier to swallow than others.
Over the last few weeks a series of unconnected events have contrived to make life a bit too interesting.
It has become all too evident that despite adhering to the 'Six P' principle, (Proper Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance), the random nature of the world we live in can and will cause the occasional unexpected bump in the road.
Now, I know this all sounds obtuse and a bit self-absorbed, not to mention vague and lacking in detail, but this stuff mostly involves my nearest and dearest, or cock ups of my own accidental design. Either way vague it shall remain.
Thinking of how to sort out some of this stuff, while strolling along the beach, I stumbled upon this old plastic drum stuck in the beach.
It had obviously come adrift from a set of crab gear out to sea, and ended up half full of sand, held captive at the edge of the ocean.
No longer fulfilling it's purpose, unable to drift on or sink away from sight.
A simple sad thing, under a wide blue sky.