Life is a constant struggle between
conflicting appetites and needs. The bright shiny things, the
practical requirements, the voices of good sense, stewardship and
reason. Things I don't want to say, things I don't want to listen to,
ideas I'd just rather not have. But they are there and they exist and
you can stumble across them as you casually search, thumb pages,
click and peer into the electric gloom and see beyond the dull image
and find a life and a passion that goes beyond, that transcends
something, that is not ordinary because it's formed from the dreams
of others as they meet the dream and aspirations you now own in all
your weak, simple and fragile essence. I am of course referring to
that pure and painful moment when you stumble across a fine looking
and well maintained low milage Cougar hidden within the deep recesses
of Autotrader and on sale tantalisingly close by but unfortunately in
Glasgow. I think of my credit card, my balance and my numerous other
issues and commitments and walk slowly away. “Best left where it
is” says a still small voice that may well be either God or the
Devil himself.
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