anne’s sponge

                     “ The hardest thing in life is to learn which bridge to CROSS, and which to BURN”

                                                                     - Laurence J. Peter

         Often you find yourself limited to the past and present. Can’t tell what the future holds. What lies in the end of the bridge. You only REGRET and feel sorry traveling by yourself, without somebody. It would have been LESS LONELY. But then nobody said that because you are grieving now you won’t make the voyage. You just need time, that’s all……..(and maybe the right companion?)

        Burning a bridge is easy. You simply decide that it’s over….done…gone….kaput…. finished. It’s which bridge to cross that racks your brain. Making the wrong stride gives you the creeps. But nothing beats the excitement from life’s uncertainties, from packing up your bags for another day and a brand new journey. The BURNT BRIDGES won’t matter anymore. It’s not the same road but you know you’ll make it through. Suddenly life is good again.

       I have, as a child, always believed in Santa Claus. It gave me a lift knowing he is there for little children, that he exists. But as I grew, I knew better he never was there. It’s still nice to THINK of him…..but I have stopped BELIEVING.

       You can teach children between up and down, right or wrong, but never what they have and don’t. What is here and what is not. They decide based not on reason, but on the empirical. What they see, or at least hear……or feel,…… and what they don’t. They remember but, too, they might forget.

        As a parent, I think it’s a good idea to spend as much time or at least connect to them one way or another. It will be a shame to know you could have done more but didn’t.

        HAPPY 2^nd BIRTHDAY, my dear son Adriel Marlowe!