What's is all about, Alfie? (I blab, too much)

What's it all about, Alfie?
Is it just for the moment we live?
What's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie?

Life is definitely about sorting. I abhor bias. Age, sex, race, size, money, lack thereof, heritage, beliefs, non-beliefs.

I think we each, daily, weekly, yearly, hourly, by the minute - are trying to figure out this thing called life. And it's ok we don't have all the answers. Bias aside, I do believe aging affords "we kinda get it" moreso than in our childhood, young adulthood, child-rearing-hood. All of life's 'drops' are precious... aging is an eye opener to same.

Are we meant to take more than we give
Or are we meant to be kind?

Victor, DAMNIT, *DO NOT* mention the election here. Ok, won't.

And if only fools are kind, Alfie,
Then I guess it's wise to be cruel.

I loved loved loved Logic class in college. And while this makes "logical sense", nuh uh.

And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie,
What will you lend on an old golden rule?

Strong is outwardly a misnomer. We see the guy in the gym, biceps, triceps, bulging. Not necessarily/absolutely so. I've known so many physically looking frail folks (folks of all sizes, ages) that are so way beyond strong it's incredible. I see friends, family, role models - and they radiate strong. Embedded in their beliefs, actions and behavior follow suit, demonstrate same.

As sure as I believe there's a heaven above, Alfie,
I know there's something much more,
Something even non-believers can believe in.
I believe in love, Alfie.
Without true love we just exist, Alfie.
Until you find the love you've missed you're nothing, Alfie.
When you walk let your heart lead the way
And you'll find love any day, Alfie

I have been in love. Have. Coupled. Perhaps that's the intent of the songwriter, dunno. I personally believe love runs deeper. I know many that clam up, cannot say that word. I 'love' the word love. Love doesn't necessitate "mad, amorous" (but of course glorious if so).. I think love should be passed out, orated, as frequently as high fives and knuckle touches.

Alfie would you tell me what's it all about?
what's it all about? Alfie, Alfie, Alfie.
What's it all about? Whats this all about?
what's it all about Alfie? tell me what's it all about Alfie? what's it all about Alfie? just tell me yeah. what's it all about?
what's it all about?

Alfie... if you ever figure it out, please share. Life is a wonder we're all "behind the wheel", "behind the keyboard", "in the family room", "on the phone", "laying in bed", "Driving to work", "meditating", "having a beer, glass of wine", conversing", "inquiring", "wondering" trying to figure it out Alfie, too.

We'll never completely figure it out Alfie.. but it's sure a fun ride, experience, trip, trying to do so. Take care Alfie, love, Victurd.

What I've learned in 60 years...

Gas is expensive, sometimes hurts, can be embarrassing, but life is basically a gas..

Children are good for the heart...

People are genuinely nice - and tons do nice things for little, if any, reason.

Wrinkles are the wonderful river of yesteryear..

Children are nice to old folks, old folks are nice to younger ones - and those in-between are also nice to each (and vice versa)..

Life is all about experiences with other folks... school, work, friendship, recreation - and no matter how little the time spent - or how long spent, everlasting bonds are formed - and that person, those people are special in one's life.

Friends relate stories long forgotten - thus, kinda sorta enabling us to live/do it allover again.

Family is family, growth is wonderful, fitting in is a gimme - loss is horrific.

Animals are not "lower creatures" and I'm thankful to sit back and learn from them. Lessons in loyalty, and how it doesn't take a lot to simply have fun.

Being a teammate is a blessing with frequent smile reward.

People are somehow better looking, healthier in smile.

Smiles and gas - two natural things that make us go. We receive smiles from others we don't even know - we receive smiles in every day passing of those we're around.. and maybe the best are from those we've not seen in awhile - and again, yesteryear is conjured up again.

Every four years, there are six months within it's about you/me. Blessed are the three and one-half years in there that it's about "us".

Those gone are never really gone.

Passion is wonderful, worthwhile, can be frustrating, we lose, we win - but a life without it is unimaginable.

I, you, we - are not perfect. "Ugly" can be said, written, a wrongful act/action. Like a flesh wound, it's one day "healed over" with a baby scar to serve as a reminder "Victor, don't be an idiot again."

For 58 years, I had no idea the best feel of my life would be when those two little arms from four feet beneath reached up to me in unison.

Facebook is a wonderful quilt of one's life and I'm very thankful for it.

Diapers. Sight. Crawl. Walk. Run. Three-wheels. Two wheels. School. Four wheels. Work. Relationship. Marriage. Family growth. Memories. Slowing down a bit, albeit with a youthful brain. Retirement (one day).. perhaps all wrapped up by diapers again.

Life's a gas. Smile.

Love, Victurd.