Thursday, April 30

Caller number one

I was caller number thirty eight out. They were looking for number 96. I suppose this can be some kind of metaphor for life - something about trying but still missing the mark. Or about persistence even when the odds are stacked against you. Or maybe about giving a half effort and yielding half results.

Funny thing is, I don't even know what the prize was. I suppose this can be a metaphor too. Something about never knowing the results of our efforts. Or things not turning out the way we planned/thought/hoped. Maybe it is just as simple as relying on faith that the outcome will be good.

Maybe I just wasn't meant to win. Maybe I already have enough.

I suppose you can learn a lot from radio phone-in contests. If you want to.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You and also use this as an example to your brother (who thinks you do nothing but blog and nap) of another thing you do with your time.