All My Colours

It's wet and cold in Auckland today. Not freezing, but the heater is on low to keep the nip out of the air.

My leg is still weak and slowly I feel my body being dragged down by the pain. I just want to walk again. Even to the letter box, where there will be a bill for warming my house. No, it's no a woe is me situation, more a cry of frustration that becomes louder each day. How I long to be normal again.

Tomorrow will be a better day.

Zimbo and zimbo and zimbo and zimbo and zimbo and zimbo and zimbo.

Slippery People (or Everybody Hurts)

No one likes pain except for a few emo's and religious nutters.

How we deal with pain defines us. It's said that some of the poorest people in the world are also the happiest, or at least smiliest. This maybe true because a lot of what we have in our western world disconnects us from what is real.

Pain therefore is more than just an inconvenience it reduces our consciousness to a feeling of being below our expectations. It makes us weak and to be weak is to lose.

Maybe I've been lying around with my feet up for too long. It's got me thinking though, there are worse things in life than pain.

Take my advice watch out for slippery rocks (and people).

More blogging soon.