Rocks and Rolls

The world looks different from 39,000 feet in the air. The desert, one of which I am flying over as I write, looks even more different from up high than at ground level. I see specks of green, which I assume are some sort of strange desert shrubs. Why a shrub would choose to live in a desert is beyond me but who am I to judge, right? I'm sure they have their reasons for being there. If I were a shrub, I think I'd want to live where there is more water. It sucks to be thirsty and I think one must tend to be thirst a lot living in a desert. Especially if one is attached to the groung by roots.

Then again, I'm attached by roots to my own little desert I'd say. I can't uproot myself and move somewhere else. I have responsibilities where I'm at. In all fairness, I live near lots of water. I have an ocean nearby, and many rivers, streams, creeks, even ditches with fresh water if I had to drink in a pinch. But I'm not so different from the shrubs. I do with what I have; I play the hand I was dealt. Or to be more accurate, I play the cards that I took and kept. I've thrown a few cards back in my time. I wish I had thrown others back, but we can't hit 21 every hand. I've double downed and lost on more than one occasion. But I've hit my share of good cards too. So I can't complain. As I said, I have lots of water.

Those mountains down there aren't going anywhere anytime soon either. They look to be comfortable where they are. I suppose they don't have to worry about water though. It rolls downhill to the little shrubs. The mountains do their part for the shrubs I guess. All the loose stuff rolls downhill too. It must be nice to be a mountain; even if something is bothering you, you know that eventually it's going to roll right off and things will be okay again. It may take a few thousand years for that nagging rock to roll away, but at least you can take solace in knowing that it will indeed roll someday. I'm not sure I'm that confident that my rocks will roll away.

Now that I think about it, it seems I have more in common with those little rocks than I do with the shrubs or the mountains. The rocks are playing the hand they were dealt too. It's not their fault they ended up on top of a mountain; or on a hiking trail. I shouldn't blame a rock if I twisted my ankle on one. The rock didn't up and move to the trai on its own, I don't think so anyway. I'm not aware of any sentient rocks. For whatever reason the rocks are where they are. I doubt they mean to nag the old mountain. And I'm sure they mean no malice if they end up rolling down the mountain and end up slamming into a shrub. I'm sure the shrub might feel different about it, but I don't think there would be any malice in it. It's the luck of the draw for everyone. We all have an equal chance against the deck.

I need to learn to read the cards better.