Futility Is A State To Avoid - Or Get Out Of Quick

Futility.

What is the point of having a page about that?

Would that not be a useless waste of time?

But in the same way we need to appreciate black to understand white better.

To feel the wind in our faces and the sun warming our bodies. To feel the rain and see drifting snow. And more to appreciate the nature and the seasons.

How can we understand efficiency, effective and satisfying without also knowing uselessness and its effect on us?

Futility. Hmmmmmmmm?

But how often do we have to sample something to find its nature? How often to we have to do something to realize this is not for us?

How often do we have to partake of the negative to not want it any more? To have found its nature and rejected it?

Or is by partaking of the negative and the fruitless - too many times - we find ourselves caught in its vortex? Unable to escape.

Has its nature become ours? Are we able to free ourselves?

Do we realize that we need to free ourselves from its clutches? Or are we too far gone?

Do they have power of their own, or are we feeding them? Are we creating our own downfall?

Of course this is the dark side of things. Not many things perhaps have this power to take us over or to cling on and not let go.

But we do need to be careful in what we do. In what we place our faith. In what we trust.

Futility. All is not always as it seems.

At times like these words can be very powerful - healing, soothing, comforting, relaxing . . .

The power of words . . .

If we let them filter through and allow the words their power to move and rejuvenate.

Let them gently and slowly impact on our lives as we read - and in the future when we recall their meaning for us.

I hope this futility page will do this and more. I hope these futility examples will help to express life in an insightful, penetrating but easy to read manner. And help us to question the lives we lead and the manner in which we live them.

I can see the futility of it all
to avoid life's dance or forestall
what is to come it may me maul
can I my life wrap up in mothball

For things seem so hard you know
my friends try to help me, but my ego
gets in the way and off they go
to find pastures new amidst life's glow

And I am left alone at the last
I wish it were different but time is so fast
approaching and my life I have bypassed
looking at others shows me the contrast

They are happy and seem carefree
I am sulking and often angry
they are content, I am just empty
why is life for me so beastly

Is it something I have done
to explain why people leave me alone
or is it in my brain or mind
'tis true I have this whirlpool of a daily grind

And nothing ever seems to get through
to me, though others happiness does not seem new
I just wish some would wash off on me
if only I could feel that I was free

Happy with my lot and gentle
ever hopeful and also helpful
but which is me in this jumble
is my life an island or just the jungle

All best,
Martin