I was born in a pre-wrap pack marked ‘expedite’.
The Doc hurried off and forget to turn the switch.
Always in a hurry, I scurried thru a bundle of years
before finally shifting gears to acknowledge there
were tulips galore and birds singing hymns in the
sycamore trees. Meantime, the computer world
was unfurling at a rate that made me dizzy and a
little despondent to find myself, too soon, stumbling
in that No-Turning-Back- Parade headed for the eternal
shade of black on black. If I could turn it back, I would
take a focused crack at learning the push and shove of
the dynamics of love. The mixture of the two demands
skills that open the doors to explore the universe.
Technical skills will open doors of opportunity but
learning to rub and be rubbed pecks away at the most
demanding and rewarding of all we humans face in a
race no one, in the end, will win.
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