Love, Poetry and Revolution - Boxing Day (Thursday 26th December 2025)

Why me?

A question we've all probably asked at some point in our lives.

The answer, though not the one we'd like, is why not me?

Life is random. We should take every day as a gift, but when life is flowing smoothly (whenever that's going to be!), it's hard not to squander your time.  I'll leave that until tomorrow.  We can go there another day. Let's do that next year instead.  We've all said and/or done it. It's hard not to.

Trouble is, there might come a day when things deferred are in jeopardy.  Those future days might not be guaranteed, one way or another.

I'm still making sense of what this means. I just know it to be true.

The song I've chosen is 'Black Cat' by Gentle Giant.   This tune has been stuck in my head for a few weeks now, and was chosen in honour of two black cats who are no longer with us.  The metre of the song reminds me of a cat slinkily walking, in no hurry to get anywhere.



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