So many things
Define how a person matches up
With the template of who they should really be
We are born and then nurtured with
Trite sayings, like, “You can tell a man by the shine of his shoes”
Or, “You don’t see so and so doing that, don’t you do it”
It is as if the panorama of the sky has floating instructions
On how you should lead your life
But there are limits
One is that a person should be organized
Clean their room, their house, be clean,
Be kind to others, feed the hungry
Finally we all become aware we will not
Accomplish all we need to in this lifetime
And yet there seems to be one or two goals
That scream for attention
One is FILING
Yes, yes and yet it is held up as the mark
Of an organized person, a competent administrator of their own lives
For years paperwork can be piled
In the file cabinet
Once a year the material is perused
Accounts closed and tossed
One or two folders established
Others discarded
There really is no strategy
To make sense of a file cabinet
But then one day
Don’t know why it was one day
It was just like any day
Maybe time had eliminated most of the files
Now with the house paid off, the cars paid off
Credit cards at a minimum
Now does it just make sense
To leave a legacy
To prove that we had measured up
To one of life’s goals
Another item on the bucket list completed
It is as if we could hermetically seal
The file cabinet drawers
We have completed that task
The assigned duty to be organized
And yet
So what now?
FXC
4/5/19