Right before I went to bed last night I read a post in my Reader by a blogger named Tim Willow who posts on a blog called The Rebel Fish. The post to which I am referring is a witty little yarn that asks the age-old question, “You Sold Your Soul Yet?” Of course, I was in bed, barely able to keep my eyes open, when I read it. So who knows how witty it really was?
Anyway, there was one line in Tim’s post that I thought expressed incredibly profundity. In fact, I thought his line was so profound that I’m going to steal it and post it right here, right now.
“Apart from the things I have done and haven’t done — I have no regrets.”
By the way, I did tell Tim in a comment I left on his post that I was going to steal that line from him. I’m telling you this so that you know that, despite my stealing his very profound line, it’s Tim, not me, who has sold his soul to the devil. Or so he claims, anyway. Thus, my conscience is clear. I have no regrets.
“It is better to speak profoundly to just one than to blather at a world of idiots.”
Suze who blogs at “Suziland Too or Obsolete Childhood”
Yesterday I wrote a post in which I bemoaned how my blog stats were recently in a nosedive. I admit that I was being a bit whiny, and that’s when Suze put me in my place. She commented, “It is better to speak profoundly to just one than to blather at a world of idiots…yes, you can quote me.”
To which, knowing that today, Wednesday, is Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt, I replied, “I just may do that. Stay tuned!”
I thought that Suze’s highly inspirational and motivational one-liner perfectly fit the bill for this prompt. I believe that Suze was telling me that
- I shouldn’t give quantity a higher priority than quality,
- most of my posts are nothing more than me blathering on about nothing,
- most of the people who read my blog are idiots,
- all of the above, or
- none of the above.
In any event, I thought Suze’s comment was, in and of itself, profound. Unfortunately, she has now set the bar quite high for me because I feel as though it’s incumbent upon me to come up with something profound to post about.
Omigod, where is Jack Handey when I need him?