Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Location.. Looks..

Location and 'looks' have recently unravelled an interesting line of thinking in mind. . . -
in how vital a role they each play in what he or she, this or that tends to amount to. . .

Location: if you stuck nose hard to grindstone for ten years straight and accomplished some enormous feat - - - - - - - - - - - "where did this happen?" bobs to surface - - - - - - - and when it's discovered it occured in Fannytown Kentucky: instantaniously shot to pot - football thrown long - spirals into history oblivian. . . If you cross the street in London or NYC on other hand - - - - this merits more wieght (not really but we all get point) - - - Location, Location, LOCATION. Where you're doing what you're doing will definitely add or subtract to its significance, I posit.
Further, "where are you from?" - pitched so frequently in introductory banter - - - - "Boston": picture painted - - - "L.A." picture painted, "Miami".... "Texas"... "Pottstown - Pennsylvania." Where you live - paints such a picture of you - like, you are where you live in a sense. . . Very interesting - and significant. . . Get where it's what you desire to be, eh. . .
Now, why don't people from Fredricksburg Maryland just up and leave - b-line for NYC? - - - it (why this ain't happening on a grand scale all over) speaks to there being a design to all this - one built with make up to be a farmer - another a suburban worker bee - another a a superstar..

As for looks - - - - and this question ebbed into mind just today (freshneess factor) - - - - - is there fairness in this whole thing - that one is born with amazing physical beauty - get paid 5,000 for wearing this designer's dress - - - 10,000 for posing for a few photos. . . Whereas, this one - born with a squatish type nature - puggish nose - or this gal - your regular plain Jane - - - - - these two - - - - having to bust thier asses, break backs to pull a min wage weekly check - - - to 'get by'. . .
Where's the justice in this? It's how they're born - one this way - looking like this - ushered into lap of luxury - rockin' the Benz's - - - - another this way - 'schlepfest' the years away under 'iron fist' - bumpin' in the ford escort. . . doesn't seem to add up. . . if i wasn't a believer in there being a definite design and intent to all this - it'd be up the creek with out a fiddle-faddle - - - - - - - - - - - - - paddle. . . shaking fist in air, hollaring out 'why, why.. why!'

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