Expect the unexpected. I always loved that paradoxical phrase: expect what you don't expect, what you can't expect. I once thought that was the only rule to the Game of Life; I hadn't thought it through clearly enough. The unexpected is surely in short supply, I think, in most lives — the humdrum is surely the norm of existence, n'est-ce pas? The phrase is most likely pulled out only for special occasions, as when a Fun House has been specifically created to surprise and titillate at every turn of the corner. Expect the expected: no, it doesn't have the same interesting turn of phrase, but that is the rule of the everyday. But perhaps it is not a bad thing.
As young children (if I remember correctly), we were in constant discovery of the new and novel, and our first steps upon the face of this world spoke of that expectation. The world was one big miracle, one huge kaleidoscope of many new colors. We got used to it, though. It's a good thing, if you care to look at it in at least one way: if we were completely surprised every minute of our lives, we'd never get anything done. In this world of change, knowledge comes when something holds still enough for us to measure it. A world where only the unexpected happened each and every day would be a bewildering place. We all grow up (some sooner than others).
I cannot constantly expect the unexpected — that would prove exhausting, I think, on the edge of my seat for all the livelong day. It's a good thing I don't have to. The commons of experience is square with what I know, and I expect gravity will keep my feet planted on the ground.
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11:37am saturday, 8th february
I think you are quite right in your assumptions. Oh, how i miss the days of my youth, for now they are almost entirely gone, never to be mine again. Expect the unexpected is a phrase i live by. t keeps me sharp, if you know what i mean?! Your abilety to reflect intrigues me to ask your age, though the answer i most likely will not recieve. Some of your writing seems youthful while some under the influence of years, many years. For now, au revoir or should i say au bientot..
x
12:07pm saturday, 8th february
It's easy to be jaded. It's hard to keep that childlike sense of wonder but the world is new every day, there is always something different to experience whatever your age.
Kimberley
7:47pm saturday, 8th february
I am completely Jaded.
winter gnome
1:48am sunday, 9th february
well
he's a prophet and a pusher
partly true, partly fiction
walking on contradictions.
what the author wrote.. sounds reely good.. but is it as good...
what the author is saying is something
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the fearless are mearly fearless. People who act in spite of their fear are truly brave.
--gregnyclg@hotmail.com
me?!
11:26am sunday, 9th february
This what all of you write is true. And to X : you might be right when saying that there is something new to experience every day, regardless your age. But as one grows older one starts to realise that time does not come, it passes.. Therefor i conclude with the fact that for each day that passes by, life is slowly slipping away. This might sound strange coming from someone as young as me, but i do not see it as negative. It is simply a fact for us to accept. So let us make the best of our days, ey.. This will get my friends think twice, before ever calling me an idealist again...!! Me walking with my head in the clouds, yeah right.. Training avaits me, though i might get swept away in this terrible wind :) Today it is mothersday here, i made pancakes, thought what the heck.. As always, beautiful writing from you Stand. Keep it up ey. Until next time..
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