Thoughts on the Death of L'Wren Scott

By HarryC

Mon, 17 Mar 2014
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At times like this,
I wonder why we're
meant to just accept life
as a wonderful gift to
be enjoyed, when
often, it doesn't feel
like a gift at all - or if
it is, one of those you
get and wish the giver
had taken just a bit more
care in the choosing,
paid a little more
attention.

Who says it has to
be enjoyed?  Is that
an order?  Does having
everything that life can
offer guarantee that it
will be a ball - something
so fantastic it's impossible
to imagine never having
it at all?

Sometimes, it's just
too much.  It's better
off without.  Then drink,
or drugs, or sleep are
always there to block
it out, in lieu of a
more permanent
solution.

Nothing guarantees.
Nothing - not fame or
fortune, talent.  Not having
the entire world there at
your feet, wearing your
designs, dancing
to your tune.

Nothing.

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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Stan, that's it, in a nutshell.

Tina

 

Submitted by HarryC on

Thanks, Tina.  Perhaps.  A nutshell.

There's so much I could say on this subject - this doesn't even scratch the surface.  I'd need to write an entire novel!  Which is exactly what I'm doing, as it happens - or trying to.  It's emotionally taxing.  Trying to say everything I feel capable of saying about life, death and meaning.  Especially meaning.  Where do I stop? x

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Aye - there's, indeed, the rub.  

Good luck with it, Stan.  I wouldn't know where to start.

Tina x

 

Submitted by HarryC on

You wouldn't need to write a novel to say all those things.  They're all there in your poems, Tina.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Maybe, Stan...maybesmiley