A guru once said life was like a picnic table.
Once you get it set up a bear tips it over.
I equate that with everything can be going
great in your life until something goes wrong.
Sometimes the wrong is the end of your life.
A tragic accident or a murder erases you.
Sometimes it’s a life altering event and
you spend the rest of your life disabled.
Sometimes it’s the loss of a love that
you never thought would leave you.
The bottom line is in this world you
never have any guarantees of a serene
life, and at any moment all your hopes,
all your plans, all your dreams, can be
tipped over or destroyed. This is why
I yearn for the afterlife where I believe
one’s picnic table never gets tipped over.
Bob Boyd