on borrowed time


Get set! Spring forward.

Have faith in the future. We’ll get it back in the Fall. If.

Plant a tree. Raise a kid.

All faith. All future. That is if fossil fuel fumes don’t get us first. Before the Fall.

Before the time we get back that hour. I have seen people who left us, just in time. Like a Dell lean production line. Like Toyota kaizen. Like Hollywood and Detroit.

Assembly line. Pipeline. Production and forecast. AI-assisted. Assisted living arrangement. Then Bang. Never live to see the clock turned back, to get back that one hour we all faithfully executed this weekend.

Oscar time. Tux time. Bow ties and cuff links. Hankies and Tenu de Soiree.

Everyone wants to be on the front page of the next Variety.

Of getting out in front of “personal branding” (like a Tomato Campell soup can).

Down the red carpet, juice oozing, breast is shown, wardrobe purposely “malfunctioning”. Click, click, click for the paparazzi, for papas, and for papers the next day.

Dream on. Death on the horizon. Living on borrowed time. Our children’s time. With weather misbehaving, social unrest, and bad actors plotting their next moves (as if we all were made of wood on the chess board).

In Gravity, Clooney decided to unplug himself, to drift literally into oblivion, into Infinity of Space and Time, so Sandra Bullock (with misty eyes seen through Space Glass wears) could get pulled back to shores via gravity, the weight of her own and the burden of surviving.

I sure hope we all have a great time watching this year’s Red Carpet. After all, it’s the post-Covid era and we’re still here (minus a few oldsters). Dream on. Live on. On borrowed time (with faith that in the near future, two seasons from now, we’ll get it back).

If not. Then so long. Farewell. Make it count. When desperate, just unplug. No sense of burdening others, younger folks who continue the chant, le chanson “Un-stoppable, I am unstoppable today…” If anything, the moral arc of the Universe always grinds, slowly and justly just in time. Infinity in our hand ( to let go) and Eternity in one hour.

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Thang Nguyen 555

Thang volunteered for Relief Work in Asia/ Africa while pursuing graduate schools. B.A. at Pennsylvania State University. M.A. in Communication at Wheaton Graduate School, M.A. in Cross-Cultural Communication at Gordon-Conwell Seminary, North of Boston, he was subsequently certified with a Cambridge ELT Award - classes taken in Hanoi for cultural immersion. He tells aspirational and inspirational tales to engage online subscribers.

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