Friday, August 26, 2011

Insufficient Funds

Science class was never my thing in school. Dissecting frogs, knowing what molecules made certain compounds, discovering what happened when you added heat to a situation... all of these things were lost on me. However, the one thing I do remember, and it still sticks with me to this day, is the law of matter: nothing is created or destroyed. It simply takes on a different form. Hydrogen can make water, and then evaporate into something more. Compost can become earth again, if you add enough time. A life can recreate life, if you add chemistry. Or something like that.

This morning has be thinking of life's giant checking account, where things are added and taken away... added again and then taken away... and the cycle continues. Or so it would seem. However, on this beautiful Friday morning, I feel like my own personal bank account has big red lights flashing, telling me to slow down, don't put anything else out there until something comes back in. I feel depleted. Spent. Overdrawn.

If every action has an equal and opposite reaction, then when does the act of giving turn to recieving? When do you get back what you put out? Does chemistry, physics or the law of matter have a time limit? Or are we just to keep acting, keep putting it out there, until the tides turn and we are no longer thirsting in the desert?

Tuning in is never a bad thing, but often it's a sad thing. As turning in, means there's no one reaching out. Which often means that the 'equal and opposite reaction' is not happening.

If only life could be a bit more cut and dry like science class. If only there were rules we all abided by. If only there was a guarantee that what you give out, you get back easily. But life is seldom simple, and rarely ever easy. But maybe its the complexity of life that makes it more wonderous than science, as you never know what you will get until you get out of bed and get out there to see what happens. At some point, something has gotta give...right?

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