THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED

THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED
PERHAPS IT IS BECAUSE HE MARCHES TO THE BEAT OF A DIFFERENT DRUMMER

Thursday, November 11, 2010

LOGICAL SONG

The group Supertramp recorded a song many years ago called "The Logical Song" about how we lose our childhood enthusiasm for life as we are enculturated and taught to be logical, dependable. Is there an age at which we can discard this "logic" rationality and reasonableness? Clearly, it is impossible for most of us to NOT succumb to the requirements of society that we be reliable and not be a radical. But after we have raised our kids in the same way and we no longer have to go to an office somewhere in a tie and jacket...what keeps us in character? It is not the real us. It is the face we don to fit in and be part of the herd or flock or gaggle...whatever.

The stereotypes of the old guy with a pony tail with a red sports car and in some instances, present company excluded, the "niece" at his side, are rampant. One speaks pejoratively about the geezer's choices and attempts to recapture his youth as if that is a bad thing. It's like the blue claw crabs in the basket who pull back their co-captives as they climb up the walls in an attempt to escape. I have been experiencing this phenomenon as I contemplate doing yet another stupid thing... buying a JEEP Wrangler and driving it topless (the car not me) around Sarasota. My friends or fellow crabs as the case may be have reminded me of the folly of an open vehicle as in "You'll never drive with the top down, I know you, the heat, the bugs, the redneck in the big truck next to you" and then the safety... "they roll over, they are made in Toledo by pot heads, and Chrysler now belongs to Fiat and so on."

Logic..reasonableness...common sense. Where would we be without it? But... in the words of Wayne Dyer (you gotta know who he is) "What is true in the morning of your life shall by the evening have become a lie." I think he means that though we have to go along to get along in school in work and in society, there comes a time when your life becomes your own and you can ditch the uniform, et al, and let the person you covered up expose himself (not literally). I don't know the exact age when this should happen, perhaps it is much earlier in life, but I know for sure that the time for me is nigh.

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