So we are now at the midpoint of 2025. Actually it was yesterday, the 2nd. Something i had never given it much thought before this morning, most likely because i had never heard of it before.
From what little i have read about it , and not much is written about it, some school districts mark the day to celebrate the students progress and anticipate their progress. focusing also on symmetry in nature, man made objects, mathematics and creative writing.
Though i did look back over the year so far, mading up a sort of plan for the future months,
there is just something about that idea that, well it just feels, it feels weird, which brings me to a favorite saying from a favorite poet that is eerily true.
.Robert Burns once wrote, “The best laid schemes of
mice and men go aft astray, and leave us naught but
pain and sorrow for promised joy.” This famous quote
comes from his 1785 poem, “To a Mouse”
To a Mouse
On Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough,
November, 1785
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murdering pattle!
I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion
An’ fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
‘S a sma’ requet;
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss’t!
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s win’s ensuing,
Baith snell an’ keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.
That wee bit heap o’ leaves and stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turned out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I cannot see,
I guess an’ fear!
Had a long conversation with my son the other day. Our major topic was 'could it be true that things happen for a reason and that happen at an appointed time.' I dunno.
