The world is a strange strange place, and we find ourselves in the thick of all things, lost and alone, but yet somehow mighty with our defined intellect. We claim to be amazing and awe inspiring, yet all we seek is to rule those whom are weaker then ourselves. We do not seek the most important of all things. Love. It is a strange and wicked thing. This year in California has been one full of new life and sorrow and I do not wish to speak of it any longer. It is a hard thing giving up on a dream. Alas, if we do not, sometimes we can not accept the future or what it might hold for us.
My father was an alcoholic, now 16 years sober. Although he has made many foolish and terrible decisions in his life and my parents were divorced when I was but a small boy. I have still loved him and, he my sister and I. Although he has been quite ridiculous at times, I always fall back to some of the philosophical, and insightful conversations we had as I was growing up. And there is one story/thing I have learned from his and his AA cohort. Although they may be drunks, and recovering, they have lost more than we can ever imagine, and only the lucky ones get to regain some things they lost. On a night such as this, in the beautiful evening that Hermosa Beach has offered. The story goes as such.
A man and god where in a row boat together, god says, “you row I’ll steer”. Then, after a few years, the man says to god, lets switch. God says, “sure.” So the man decides to steer his own path for a while. Soon he notices, he keeps going in circles, and isn’t going anywhere. Thats when he turns around to look at god, and he’s sitting there doing nothing. He looks at god in confusion, god responds, “sorry I don’t row.”