Friday, June 27, 2025
Roll with the punches they say. That’s a platitude meaning little; however, there’s a real opportunity for wisdom here. If Old Man River is rolling along, my question is, “Who the hell is throwing the punches?” Leave him alone for God’s sake.
This makes me wonder about the puncher. We’d have to figure out who the enemy is, what opposition exists in the universe. Who is destroying the universe? You have to think carefully. Seems like whatever started the universe will be the one who takes it out, right? That is to say that the one rolling along is the one throwing the punches. So in essence, if you’re rolling along, you’re throwing punches.
Life comes with variance and the unknown. That we know. But why do punches get to come out of “nowhere,” and everything else is different? The beginning of time, the end of time, the big bang, and the eventual big freeze come out of nowhere, all one source. So that which gives, is also that which takes – from whom? That which rolls with is that which punches, yet I seem to be nowhere in sight. I can sense both sides in the stakes of life, and never take sides.
Who’s to say my so-called good deeds aren’t throwing punches for a few poor saps? Or that my own doing is an inadvertent blow to my own head. Or that in this instance, I’m dying and living, decaying and withering away, but every bit alive and kicking. Maybe I’m alive and kicking myself in the stomach.
Thrown punches seem to come with rolling along. It all seems to come out of nowhere, the one and only source. What a strange realization of limbo. That frees me up to keep rolling along in wisdom, truth, and love – like The Ancient of Days.