More Ramblings

I have the urge to write something here, but honestly, don't know what to write. Every time that I start, it seems I should just delete and move on. I do, and then am left with nothing to say again. Yet, it feels as though I should be saying something.

My daughter is in her room with the stereo blasting out The Judds, Taylor Swift and whatever else she has on her mp3 player. She reminds me of me. Long ago, as a teenager, I used to disappear into the music that came from those beautiful speakers. The size and shape of the device didn't matter. It was just how easily the lyrics and music reached deep down inside of me and lifted me up.

I wonder if kids today feel that anymore. They seek that same uplifting power from things that just don't give it in a healthy way. computer screens and video games have replaced real play and communication. MP3 players plug into the ears, denying the body the chance to feel the rich vibrations that come through the music itself. How can you really feel it deep down if you don't give the entire body the chance to?

The Judds came blasting through earlier with a bit of Reba following right behind. My mind went back to old memories and for a moment, just a moment, I cried. I watched my daughter dancing and singing for half a second, and she brought back memories so bittersweet, it brought tears to my eyes.

But only for a moment.

I look back over my life and see so many things. So many heart breaks and so many times that I was just lifted up to unbelievable joy.

I read a meme the other day. Yes, a meme. Not a youyou. (Bad joke, I know but had to go for it.) Any FB, G+, or Twitter addict knows what a meme is.

anyway, I read a meme the other day that did some huge math equation based off of the number 42. For those of you that don't know, the number 42 is, according to "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy", the secret of life. What is the secret of life? 42.

Anyway, this long equation was done which revealed that the number 42 was the number for death. (I wish I could find it now.) According to this meme, the secret of life was death.

In fact, I have pulled up a website that says that in Japan, the symbol 42 is also associated with death. "In Japan, the 42 is a sign wearing misfortune because it is told SHI-RI, that has for homonymous the death."

(Now I'm about to go off on a really odd tangent here so bear with me. Yes, you will soon see just how truly nutso I really am, but my kind of crazy actually makes a bit of sense.)

If you ask a tarot reader what the "death" card means, he or she will tell you that death isn't BOOM! You're DEAD.  Death is the end of one thing and the beginning of another. Death is change.

So, if the secret of life is 42, which some mathematician performs an equation on to turn that into the number for death, (which may or may not be backed up by Japanese beliefs), and death isn't really BOOM! DEAD! but really means change then...

The secret of life is change.

Wow. Yes, I am insane, but it's a good kind of insane.

So, the secret of life, according to the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, or rather, my loose translation, is change. And that's right. You can't live life merely existing. You have to be constantly ready and willing to change. You have to constantly be seeking out change.

It is in change that we grow and become better human beings to ourselves and to each other.

Oh wow. This post was really all over the place, wasn't it? I definitely had a lot of topic drift here, didn't I?

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