The show must go on......

(Preface... written because some I very much love/loved, for who knows what reason, thought the show couldn't go on... and others, in their agonizing loss, must go on.. )

Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score..
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are looking for?

There are seemingly a lot of us, occasionally lost out here. Situations, alone, usedta be, lost him/her/child/parent/sibling, some even still presently coupled (yet lost.)

Another hero - another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line!
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on!Yeah!
Inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile, still, stays on!

And it should. When the heart breaks inside (ugly happens), the outside fortunately helps. Friends. Family. Kids. Grandkids. Coworkers. Neighbors. Funny things said, good/wonderful things seen.

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache - another failed romance.
On and on...
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess i'm learning
I must be warmer now..
I'll soon be turning, round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!

I've been down, sure, but never EVER 'that' down. There's too much good here to enjoy life. Smiles make me smile. Laughter makes me feel good. Going to work, seeing the same faces, never gets mundane - they're appreciated. No, life is never eva' perfect a hunnerd percent of the time... but when's the last time four good outta ten happened? (Four hits in every ten at bats)... 1941.

The Show must go on!
The Show must go on! Yeah,yeah!
Ooh! Inside my heart is breaking!
My make-up may be flaking...
But my smile, still, stays on!
Yeah! oh oh oh

Yes, you've said that... and somehow, the first time you did, we cleared the hurdle - so

if you feel you're gonna break me/us down here, huh uh, dream on. Opening my eyes/ears, allows me to see/hear, life, in spite of yuck, is pretty darn good.

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends!

Freddie, I enjoy your fervor, but this (flying) is pushing it. No, I can't get in and outta the car like I used to.. Yes, I have trouble keeping up with young punks when we're walking in someplace together... Yes, in the rare event I get a base hit in Sunday Night softball, we've fortunately got a conglomeration of 'sons' on our team that are all too happy to pinch run.

The Show must go on! Yeah!
The Show must go on!
I'll face it with a grin!
I'm never giving in!
On with the show!

Life's a book. Some pages, chapters, suck, but keep turning the pages into the bewilderment/wonder/awe of tomorrow.

I'll top the bill!
I'll overkill!
I have to find the will to carry on!
On with the,
On with the show!

Realization, yep.

The Show must go on.

And please don't you ever forget that. I've seen what happens, who is affected, when it's chosen to stop the show. Sometimes life really really really sucks. People (most), mindset, events, family, friends... so very many things - no matta' how tired, cranky, feeling bad, in the "give up" mode, money woes, lack of confidence/self like, etc.... The Show must go on... It's the only (right) choice...

The show has to go on.

Love, Victurd.

Just a second........

Seconds are the moments that become minutes, which become hours, days, years, a lifetime...

Second base is a two-bagger... Getting to second base is a form of adolescent experimentation, mixed with touch, growing parts.

Before the demise of the Soviet Union into all those funny spelled countries - they no likey'd 'second'. In the Olympics, if the US ever beat them in a team sport, headlines were "US next-to-last, Soviet Union second."

Second marriages can be grand even though it would be the second time one had said "till death do us part." Second place, in a marriage, ain't a very good thing, and inevitably ends that very second.

Driving into work (for the second time this weekend), national sportscaster praising Phil Mickelson.. Phil has taken second in the US Open I think like five times.. and announcer dude said "I really admire the fact (he's the present leader going into today's final round) he's not afraid to set himself up for failure again." (Last year, Michael Thompson and Graeme McDowell tied for second, receiving $695.916.00 each. I could only pray to fail like that.)

Seconds are a given at an all you can eat buffet.. grannies at Christmas time.. Aunt Ethel's apple pie.

I was second in line at Mickey D's the other day. There are two drive up lanes, which creates frustration, poppa vein behavior as the seconds add up. Guy in fronta me finishes his order.. starts pulling up toward the pay window.. gal in the second lane apparently had finished her order at the same time.. honks (loudly), sticks her head out the window and proclaims "YOU MORON, IT'S EVERY OTHER PERSON!"

"Just a second" can be said in various ways, indicating "I'm an old grump, calm down, leave me alone, I'll get to it wheneverinthehell I want to get to it", or, a loving way to say "Ok honey, give me a moment."

Line drive off Hosmer's bat, to the pitcher's head/ear in less than a second. At that point, the game was second.

Second in the speedy "20 items or less lane" at WallyWorld usually lends one to be behind someone who, either musta sucked in math at school - or, only cares about 'one', screw second, third, fourth person in line.

Seconds give us time to react, or not react... to think about hitting that "send" button, or not. A chance to keep the foot out of our mouth, or not, gulp.

Paradise by the Dashboard Lights, THAT, second. Lifechanger.

Second makes the want to be first, stronger. "Seconds" never grab the headlines, no one ever remembers 2nd place in Super Bowl, World Series, Stanley Cup, Olympics, Spelling Bee... Ms. America, etc. Second ain't bad though.

I better get to work, just wanted to take a second about seconds.

Victurd, I'll second that.

Love, Victurd