Finite...

Finite means limited, restricted, fixed, set, predetermined. While in actuality not much in human realities are… I’ll give you math, measurements and such, but not us, oh no, not us. Although, who knows I may have just committed blasphemy according to some religious sects, with me disagreeing that our fate is not predetermined; therefore not predestined. And for that I deeply apologize. You see, I am of the belief that we are our own fate and responsible for how we turn out, after we are grown adults, that is. Got that? Sure circumstances change and the way that we handle things from one point in time in our lives to another… but that tells me more than anything else that nothing is written in stone. Sorry MOSES! Okay, the Ten Commandments were, but that is not what I mean. The idea that I am trying to express is the one that has been said for years and years… “Stuff happens” that’s all and since that does occur nothing is necessarily going to be a designed plan of what will be. And we at every life’s juncture respond to that ‘stuff’, according to either our previous history in that situation or with emotion, preferably with a level head in either. Now ‘infinite’ is the antonym of finite in its meaning it is unlimited, never-ending, inestimable, vast, boundless, you get the idea; the opposite. And yes, we all have 'good until dates' on our encasements; called our bodies… but most of us still do not know when that will be. I think that is just fine with me, and a bit mysterious. Yes, we all know that insurance people are trained to figure just when something like I am discussing will be, but we all know that is just an educated guess. Tonight, I appear to be having an earlier than before shoulder pain and so this will be ending shortly… PLEASE DON’T CHEER! I know you won’t. I want to write and need to write and so it weighs on my heart deeply that this is happening, but as we all know, stuff happens, hmm? Sleep is not happening either once again, my body temperature has been dropping below 97, as low as 96.1F, which means my thyroid medication is still not right, and I don’t go back for blood for at least another month! It’s crazy, because I am heat sensitive from the Multiple Sclerosis and now I am cold sensitive from the hypothyroidism… truly CRAZY! On this TMI once again, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you kindly to count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?