Tomorrow I am going to give up
Scotch whisky and the pursuit of knowledge,
sex, sour wine, peanut butter,
all beliefs, religions and philosophies,
arguments, Gardeners’ Question Time,
overindulging in oranges,
and I’ll throw off
my torn blue Levi’s and my poet’s hat,
do something so mad and different that
I’ll leave my old ideas and habits
in my wake like yesterday’s clothes,
and whoop, and hardly know myself.
11 comments:
Love it. A trail behind you of stuff that isn't necessarily you. And who would the new you be? Fresh as a baby ... celebrating life!
This is what it means to be free, and sweet is the liberation that comes from an acknowledgment that we never really know much about anything, especially ourselves. If we could let go of this persistent need to know, to possess and practice wisdom, we might find a lovely peace of mind that heretofore has only been imagined.
Well, it's now tomorrow, and my spoon's in the peanut butter jar. Though, you know what they say: tomorrow never comes...
I want to be someone new too. but maybe just for a day.
I do not think this is possible - but wish it was.
What no Bob Flowerdew?
And no scotch whisky??
Thanks for your comments, Martine and Pat.
Tomorrow Dominic, tomorrow. For today Glenlivet and Pippa Greenwood rule!
Maybe start with one hour today...I loved this.
Thanks, Laura! One hour at a time...
Sounds to me like 'jam every other day' . . .
Hey, Arija – that sounds perfect!
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