I really mean morning - it’s 3:59 am. I slept a solid six hours. Yet I still feel like a jerk. BAD IDEA. I won’t talk about that. Maybe I’ll go downstairs and make a cup of coffee. GOOD IDEA? They now say coffee is good for you, but they say a lot of things. I’ll be right back... I’m back now with coffee and yes, that was probably a GOOD IDEA. I’m now putting my newly awakened - caffeine enhanced - Sinemet fueled thoughts down for all the world to see. GOOD IDEA? or BAD IDEA? I think only time will be able to answer that question.
As if time really cares.
What makes an idea Good or Bad? I just took the time to count and I have, on average, about six ideas a minute. These range from the randomly asinine to borderline genius - you could say some are GOOD IDEAS and some are BAD IDEAS.
Here are some up to the minute notions
Some of these I have had before, old ideas keep putting on new outfits and taking another walk down the runway. I can only guess that I am still trying to determine which category they fall into - GOOD or BAD. I guess what is on my mind though is the bigger question, the much bigger question. Am I still capable of making that decision?
Only I have the right to answer that, but it will most likely be answered by others. I might be completely surrounded by loved ones, but I am totally alone on this - we are all alone with our ideas.
The reason that question looms so large over the entire landscape is that is is basically the essence of life. When presented with an idea do we go with the good one which insures success of do we go with the bad one, guaranteeing failure. Once we lose the ability to distinguish GOOD IDEAS from BAD IDEAS the end is not far away. Which, by then, might not be such a BAD IDEA.
Your IDEA man,
About the Author...
The color of today’s post might seem slightly grey - there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Everyday cannot be sunny. You can’t be happy always. And just because you say you are ready to die does not mean you are suicidal. I love my life and myself - that is a constant - somedays I just don’t like myself as much as I should - just like you.
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\