The Chronicles of a Lost Southerner

The day has come again, when families and friends join together in thank-filled traditions to celebrate bounties harvest, football, and unavoidable food comas. In an age when facts are fluid, honoring artistically licensed stories that speak of religious fugitives who wined and dined a few locals is a welcome rest from actual events long manipulated beyond recognition. For nearly two decades the day dedicated to flightless fowl has shared a space with the figments of my reality. Cunningly devised smoke signals sent up on in a wind storm spells out, The Chronicles of a Lost Southerner.  

Days are long, years are short.

The fourth Thursday in November ritual is a discourse through an odd assortment of thought snippets from my annual journey around our neighborhood star. If the notes and quotes are taken one at a time, they are merely dough faced affirmations of a word jockey, but if read with the speed of a flipbook, one can actually track the heat signature of acquired knowledge.

I wake each morning a realistic optimist, taking every precaution to dodge zealots who run toward compunction with vendetta speed. Their reckless pursuits to shore up tribal ethos have degraded into truth overriding truth. We will all be damned if the light-seekers allow nuance to die by the mouth of ultimate-truth despots. Our existence is a multifaceted diamond, not a two-side coin. When life’s subtle variants are viewed as an "either or" option that is when black and white perspective takes root. 

The outrage over newsmongers misinforming and spiraling society toward a doomed future can be heard at every dinner table and read in millions daily of posts. Yet, there ain’t a person out there asking for a tissue to cover their mouth from spewing simple-minded contagions. 

Modern virtue makes extension look wholesome.

The doctrine guiding this great land only survives with a moral people living genuinely by the words written in the script of flawed men. Reshaping founders as devils to settle overdue scores will expose great deeds to the scorn of contemporary grievances. Nothing new there. A great man once told me, “Nothing is original, just new.” I am reassured that history only repeats in the movies. 

Amazing to think that the clouds float overhead in white wonder, parading along, completely oblivious to the hairless apes playing out one long soap opera below. Fascinating to consider that the Universe can focus on expansion efforts while humans are such a time suck. Hard to imagine the Creator has any energy left to grind his teeth watching destiny attempt to wrangle feral barn cats who are chasing shiny objects while captivated by nickel-plated hyenas posing as starship captains. We need a renaissance.

May your loved ones be safe and happy. To those we have lost, your spirit lives in the influences on our lives. Peace and happiness are mindsets that so many possess, which is infectious when shared with those near. I am truly grateful for those people who share their peace and happiness with me. Until next time.

If the choice is yours, always choose life.

Jarvis