I depend on my bend

I think it's odd that we don't give more of our allegiance to the mundane, in terms of the credit we give to who and what shapes our lives. We talk about ideals, when it is really small ideas, the "my eye itches, let me scratch it" type of things, versus the "my eye sees a vision, let me fulfill it" type of calls, that make up our lives and in turn define them. I am not sure whether to laugh about, cry about, or elevate this kind of thinking. I simply don't know. But I am happy to be folksy!