catharsis can be painful . . . a song by the Velvet Underground says: spittin' into the wind comes back at you twice as hard ...

i've found that true often enough to know when to let the wind calm down ....

i've thought about an overview that may apply to each of us in some way...

an analogy to this struggle we call life...

as a child we are each given a cup. Jf fortunate, the cup is filled with opportunites, love, nourishment, grace and honor...

as we grow we attempt to carry this cup.. filled to the brim of whatever was put there...

along the way we cross obstacles, shoelaces come untied, a rock in the path... and slipping.. we fear spilling some of the contents of the cup...

Our parents wish, in it's altruistic form, is to wish not only that we not spill what lay in the cup, but also that we add to it's contents so that in turn may be passed on to the childrens children and grandchildren and so on...

in its lesser altruistic form... parents allow less pure ingredients to alter the cups contents...

whatever is not spilled is still passed on to what children there are to come...

as we near our later ages... i can measure myself by the contents of that cup...