pumba?.....the shoe or the farting pig....

so you know that song from the lion king? circle of life?

From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round

It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life

well recently i guess i've been noticing how live really is a circle. now although i don't completely, or doctrinally agree with the song, i think that it does potentially have some truth to it. it seems like i'm begining to relive my life over again. things that have happened once are beginning to happen again. perhaps it should be a "once shame on them.....twice shame on me", sort of thing. but it seems like so much more than that......like perhaps my entire life has just been a preparation for what is to come, and now things are coming. i seem to know how to handle new issues as they come my way....or maybe that just growing up, becoming a mature adult. hmm, that's something to ponder isn't it? growing up i mean. we spend our entire lives preparing to grow up.....we spend our child hood learning how to cope with Jr. High. We spend Jr. High learning how to cope with High School. High School trains us for College, college for "the real world". and "the real world" is our opportunity to prepare for retirement. and retirement is our time for what? our time to finally take the chance to play? to act like a kid? except by then i'll probably be too old an decrepit to to walk five steps let alone skip. i think it's pretty twisted the way that our socitey has decided to classify our lives. how they want us to be children so that we can "play" as a way to prepare ourselves for adult hood. and they want us as adults to "play" as a way to destress. pretty crazy how the world turns isn't it. i think that sometimes i type, and type, and type and the only thing interesting that comes out of my fingers, is what can be interpreted by psychologist and psychoanalyst who probably just think that i'm a nut case anyway right? hmmm.....i think....i think that.....