Sometimes you have to wonder about the strange and mysterious things in life. For example, why do I need close captions to understand the people talking on the TV when I can understand the person reading an audio book? Or why is hot tea still good on a really hot day? Or why do dogs want me to like them when I clearly do not? Why?
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “life’s mysteries.”
You don’t like dogs, Virginia?? Maybe yo should read some of Mary Oliver’s poems.
LOL. You would not believe all the dogs in my life. Just write!
Well then, at least one of life’s mysteries solved—you’re a woman after my own heart!
Neither do I . 🙂
life’s mysteries, not
so rare as all that.
Life is mystery.
No one is what one appears . One of the greatest mysteries of life . Once , I met this man who professed to be a monk . Live simply , he said . No frills . No silly pictures on the wall , no choked wardrobes . Hell, he even wont buy a quilt for himself .Would swear by his sleeping bag . I was impressed . Turns out , I was wrong . This guy had the most sensitive stomach / lungs /skin , on the planet earth . His wardrobes are overflowing , his medicine boxes fill every nook and cranny of the house . He is most famous for his unguentums and liniments , psychological counselling , padded beds , and multicoloured cotton quilts .
Thereafter , I have met many such paradoxical creatures . A kid who claims to be extrovert , and finds every excuse to duck out of parties . An old man who claims to be totally dependant on others , then shrugs all help and goes to live alone on his ancestral property . A college bully who is actually a softie at heart .
I could go on and on . Include myself in the list too . Hated ethnic wear all my life and now look forward to every opportunity to tie a saree around my waist . Hated cooking , now cook all the time . Call it a “creative process ” and “therapeutic ” .
Couldn’t fathom my grandparents obsession with prayers and worship rituals . Now frequent shops selling herbs , rosary beads and brass idols of Gods and Goddesses. Gift near and dear ones and fill my own shelves too .
Life’s mysteries never end . Never cease to amaze you.