Epitome

Hi Everybody. This particular Sunday, February 4, 2024, is and will remain historically a wet day! I can remember back, people talking about this or that. Trying to figure out a quandary they all seemed to be in at the time.Nary a man, woman, or child has one day or another when they find themselves in a universal quandary.

Because every day is different? Yes, that was a question mark.

Is that what it’s going to be from now and from this day forward?

Whoops that was another question mark?

Years ago, it appeared to me as a very young and uninformed guy, life was loaded with a preponderance of “what if’s”. I was beginning to hear, and learn about all of those things. I didn’t realize it then, but I was developing an overpowering desire to move up in the world. After all, it was time! Harvey Kalmenson had just turned thirteen.

Life’s what if’s, from questions to positive thinking encouraged reaching for the epitome I was determined to accomplish during my lifetime.

Tonight, before you fall asleep. You might try something I try quite often. Present your secret mind bent to any and all who may be paying attention. You see, while you’re sleeping for whatever happens.

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For what you

And you alone seek

Life as you order it to become

Remaining forever

Perhaps a single day longer.

Admiring dreams ordered

They became forever yours

The embodiment of personification

A God like “Dream Road”

The “Epitome” for where you belong

And then the very next day,

With the mere encouragement of last night

A dream enters your real world

Replacing a “what if”,

You’ve received a “what is”,

Likely an angel’s reply

Two new roads to choose from

They call it a “fork”.

Both roads look the same.

But one side may lead to a lake.

And you dear friend, haven’t learned to swim, as yet.

What to do?

What to take with?

What to leave behind?

“What a difference a day makes” 

Dina Washington

What a difference a day made, twenty four little hours

Brought the sun and the flowers where there use to be rain

My yesterday was blue dear

Today I’m a part of you dear

My lonely nights are through dear

Since you said you were mine

Oh, what a difference a day made

There’s a rainbow before me

Skies above can’t be stormy since that moment of bliss

That thrilling kiss

It’s heaven when you find romance on your menu

What a difference a day made

And the difference is you, is you

My yesterday was blue dear

Still I’m a part of you dear

My lonely nights are through dear

Since you said you were mine

Oh, what a difference a day made

There’s a rainbow before me

Skies above can’t be stormy since that moment of bliss

That thrilling kiss

It’s heaven when you find romance on your menu

What a difference a day made

And the difference is you, is you, is you.

Every day is different. Here’s a poem I read many years ago. It’s called “The Road Not Taken” by “Robert Frost:

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one road as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear.

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

And so I’ll just repeat again. I found, every day is different, isn’t it? At least that is what I found to be an absolute. If there is a bottom to it all. Why not look up? You may find what I have. The very top may just become an endless perch to swing with and on!

Thank you all for listening and reading what I have compiled during my different forks in the road!

  da harv here, signing off!