The Webs

The web trapped my wife today. That isn’t news. Webs capture everyone, all the time, usually without their awareness. I don’t know how much awareness she experiences that the web has taken her in. She’s intelligent and articulate but….

 

Yes, she has buts. It’s not personal against her. We all have buts embedded in our personalities that keep us shy of perfection. I have them. I think I’m aware of most of the buts that mar my perfection but I’m probably ignorant of several. It’s the nature of the web, this web of logic, emotions, experiences and perceptions through which we live, act and think, that we can’t understand all the strands and the tugs manifested on existence. Vibrations ripple through and we react, sometimes catching ourselves in the act, sometimes stopping ourselves from going further but sometimes justifying not stopping ourselves and letting ourselves react, even though we know, that’s not good, reminding ourselves, a bill will come later. “What was wrong with them?” we sometimes ask. “Why did they act like that? They know better than that.” Yes, sometimes we forget the web’s nature and its influences.

Webs trap the cats and the neighbors. Webs snare shoppers and vacationers, drivers. Webs surely trap politicians and business people. Some are better than others about dealing with their webs, a number that doesn’t include me. My webs are old but strong. I’ve been in them so long, they’ve become a comfortable hammock from where I view the world. It’s comfortable, but it remains a web.

Like right now. I think, so I write, responding to the vibrations felt in my web.

 

Time to write like crazy, at least one more time.

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annettealaine on Thursday, 27 August 2015 01:29

Just thinking along those same lines today, Michael.
Oh the webs weave...

Just thinking along those same lines today, Michael. Oh the webs weave...
Michael W Seidel on Saturday, 29 August 2015 19:53

I know, Annette, and as you begin glimpsing them and work harder to understand them, you gain so much more insight. It brings balance, patience and insight to me while stimulating me to look forward and be more patient and tolerant. I've also come to see more clearly how little control we can have and how often life and our existences don't go as we planned or expected. There are turns upon turns.

Thanks for reading and commenting. Cheers

I know, Annette, and as you begin glimpsing them and work harder to understand them, you gain so much more insight. It brings balance, patience and insight to me while stimulating me to look forward and be more patient and tolerant. I've also come to see more clearly how little control we can have and how often life and our existences don't go as we planned or expected. There are turns upon turns. Thanks for reading and commenting. Cheers
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