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Tuesday, February 08, 2005

No Pain, No Gain

Face it. You have become hopelessly addicted already. Just ten short steps down this present path, and here lives little hope of you ever turning back. So we both know you won’t stop or rest until there is nothing left to consume.

Is this a plot of some sort, a clever trap laid by another, or might this be a naturally occurring phenomenon that you seek to explore to its plausible end, or did you ever consider the possibility of both?

It could be genetic; your desire to continue without pause. Something deep within, a whispering, driving force of the soul, an inexplicable urge to forge blindly ahead without map or compass; a compelling, gripping thing, dragging you ever so subtle to continually examine each and every step as you proceed with increasing curiosity.

Or it could be a learned trait; either becomes unimportant at this point. The fact is, you are now here, and you must go on.

Look at you. Look how the unabashed expression of creeping boredom clings to your face as your clever eyes cast ahead, sweeping, searching and darting up the trail, seeking its rewards. However bland the face might appear to others, the anticipation of discovery beheld in your eyes gives away intent.

You remain curious. The persistent promise draws you. What reasoning would seduce you, remember: observe the way. Notice every detail, each fissure, a crag or any crack that you might witness. Take in the entire scene and file for future reference. Realize that there could come a time when a desire to escape from here overwhelms us both. We may then stop at a chosen place, mark it and later return to reclaim the exact spot.

Maybe we could even trade places. I would certainly agree to that idea. You must yourself take up the pen, however, but I should be more than glad to do the reading for awhile.

I enjoy this workout, and your company helps.

16 Comments:

Blogger Ned said...

It's a pleasure to watch you exercise.

11:27 AM  
Blogger Harry said...

Gee...are my hips that bad?

11:30 AM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

So we're trapped into continuing? Is there no escape? I've seen some blogs where the blogger's been at it for years and others where the last blog says goodbye. And, in all the blogs I've looked at in the last couple of days (150), only one was worth reading (Harvey's). Apart from the ones we know about already, of course. Does this indicate hope? Or despair? Whither now, oh Mr Way, keeper of the way ahead?

11:52 AM  
Blogger Harry said...

As an amateur rock hound, the continual search for a chance gem is the single satisfying reward, Gone. I also crave tasty gravy, which bonus provides endurance.

12:15 PM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

The man has stamina. :)

12:35 PM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

I'm going to post a blog that will give you something to get your teeth into, Way. Give me a couple of hours or thereabouts...

12:37 PM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

Blogged.

2:07 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

What teeth?

2:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This reminds me of when I was asked, "What is your spouse's favorite hobby?" Right away, I answered, "Writing blogs!" ...to which he replied, "That's not a hobby! That's work! My favorite hobby is napping!" Go figure...

Alicia

2:29 PM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

The man was right!

2:38 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Hey, who's the new babe?

2:43 PM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

You tell us, Harry... ;)

I did go to Eli's website and I see that I was right: the lad's a philosopher!

And I've been meaning to ask about O. Henry ever since your last post. This means that you know O. Henry's work, right? My mother had a book of his collected short stories and I read them all as a kid. Can only remember one of them but they were amusing, thought-provoking and finely honed. A good introduction to the short story format indeed.

5:52 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

"The Gift of the Magi" is classic. I often wonder abt the complete truth of how O.H. became such a master of his craft, though. Falsely accused and thrown into prison, the hack writer, rather than complain, took a look at his circumstances and said, "Cor! Might as well practice...got a spare pen there, warden? And some paper?" True or not, there's a lesson for us all.

6:03 PM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

I believe it. In fact, a similar story is right here among us. Her name's Ned. I've been saying for a long time that she'll be published and forget us all shortly. Now go read the Remainderman's comment to her Thoughts While Falling.

6:11 PM  
Blogger Ned said...

Let's keep my criminal record out of this.

5:29 AM  
Blogger Hannah said...

Addicts of the world, BLOG

12:57 PM  

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