I guess its okay that we have Leap Year. I don't mind. It's just funny that it seemed such a big deal when I was a kid. It seemed so tragic that we couldn't get the calendar right without such a clumsy adjustment. It seemed so hard to bear that my birthday and Christmas had to be delayed for an entire day! I could hardly bare thinking about the poor souls who were born on that misfit day. Why couldn't the Solstices and Equinoxes advance through the year like by birthday advances through the week?
Every four years the February and March calendars no longer match. I like matches. I always felt that God would, one day, reveal a calendar without such flaws. Perhaps he will; but by then the rotations, if there are any, will likely be more precise and the earth less telestial. Don't you think?
Now, I think there is a lesson even in this small fly in the ointment. Sometimes we have to make adjustments. That's all there is to it. Almost.
It seems like my life is just one big adjustment right now. Perhaps though, it wouldn't be so if I had made more regular and measured adjustments all along.
Instead, I've lived more like a tectonic plate; building up pressure as I tried to maintain the status quo; only to experience enormous upheaval when things finally broke. And, of course, as always it is nobody's fault but my own. That might be fine if it didn't rattle and shake the inhabitants of the surrounding countryside. Sorry.
No comments:
Post a Comment