Sunday Jack: Silence...Maybe

What can I say...I'm speechless!  That doesn't happen very often for sure except for this entire week.  I sit down to write, write, and say there's no way I will publish that.  An hour and a half wasted.  I know what I want to say but can't do it.  It's actually quite frustrating.  I have a piece in the works about Blackbeard and the type of person he is and another piece about a flaw that Jack has.  Both are quite cheery and have that feel good quality about them...or not.

But what good is it at this point for me to be angry at the world.  I can't even say what the negative feeling is actually, more just a simmering, underlying current running just beneath the skin.  So why not publish the posts.  Perhaps it's because writing the posts was merely therapy for only myself to read.  And in my opinion, that's where the negative nonsense in our minds should stay.  There is no reason to go after a former friend, ex-husband, or anyone...because I wouldn't want it done to me. Like your mother always said, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all....very good advice.

But was this time spent in dealing with negative feelings wasted?  Only if I stay on that same course.  It's ludicrous to think that as humans, we can go through life and not get upset at times.  If that's the case with you, you better patent whatever your taking because it will make you millions.  The sooner your done with it, the sooner you move on.  Like the post I put up Friday from Bob Proctor said....what movie are you playing over and over in your mind.  I caught myself on that one, the reruns definitely stink.

One thing I like about Jack is his ability to change the course and move onto something new.  At the end of Pirates 3, Barbossa has run off with the Black Pearl again leaving Jack standing on the pier staring out after it.  Of course he's upset and he has a little meltdown.  Doesn't last long, doesn't do permanent damage, and doesn't sever ties to those around him.

The next scene shows Jack in a small dingy, hoisting the colors, humming and reaching for the rum.  It was not what he planned on sailing off to the horizon in...not by a long shot.  But the fact is, the goal did not change despite the unfortunate circumstances.  He simply changed the mode of attaining it and put the rest behind him.  Though less than ideal, it still worked and he cheerfully made the best of it.

So for me?  Time to shut up and put up. The past is the past and I can't do anything about it.  I can only change myself.  The opinions of my maker, my children and my own are the only ones that matter.  Well then Mates, let's just set sail On Stranger Tides, maybe for the Fountain of Youth (or in my case, The Fountain of Middle Age).  Negative vibes can stay with those who put them out there.  I personally don't have the time or desire to try to change them...I can only be responsible for my course. "Drink up me hearties yo ho!"