Who Will Save The Sane?

We learned to run at the speed of light,
and to fall down from any height
It's true, but just remember that
What we do is what you just can't do
- Lene Nystrom, Cartoon Heroes


Today is Saturday, also the end of this particular month of August. There will never be another August of 2010, so I guess it was a good one. Strange, and perhaps a little morbid, to think we basically go forwards to a known destination- the grave. We just don't know how far ahead the road extends. But then again, there's a higher purpose, I've become convinced. No one's presence here is an accident- how could it be, when everything serves a purpose? Then again, where does this all put free will? Who knows? That way, I think, lies madness, as does the opposite- everything I could possibly do is already scripted, so what does it matter?
Perhaps we don't see everything at once so we can't just jump to the ending.
At any rate, it's another day here in Oklahoma- the temperature has dropped considerably, leading me to think perhaps fall comes early here in the South. It could be that all these weather changes are just flat out messing up my old salty New England frame, as well.
Yesterday was an interesting day- sitting up in my room, writing (nothing odd about that) when a bolt from the blue came down to me in the form of a text message from my younger sister. She paid me perhaps the greatest compliment she could have, though perhaps without realizing it. She told me she was proud of her brother. I know, being an older brother means you're supposed to be a role model and all that, but to be honest, she always had herself more squared away than I could ever have dreamed of. She's a successful attorney- I'm a truck driver, recovering alcoholic, and in the Army. True, that's nothing to sneeze at either, and I'm proud of my accomplishments, but I always thought she was more than a couple steps ahead of me, and has consistently been someone I've admired and looked up to. Well, I suppose ultimately it's where you end up, and how you get there, not where you start from. As a platoon mate once told me, the only thing that quits is your mind- the world doesn't change, and your body will go as far as you push it. I've found this to be true, there are two states of mortal conditions- moving and dead.
Though I admit, things weren't always this way, or this easy. Actually, they're not that easy now- there's always that little voice in your head that tells you to quit, that it doesn't matter, you can quit. But as long as your mortal frame is pulling breath, you can keep going, I've found. The real trick is to make sure you're going in the right direction, which is not easy. Good thing I studied land navigation.