The High Road

I love people that love life.

I don't necessarily love people that laugh at those in love with life. I am quite disgusted and irritated with such imbeciles. 

I attended and attentively listened to the third hour of my Sunday Morning ritual, a tragic hour in which they implanted a new ruler of the quorum.  The introduction of the headmaster's two followers and bookkeeper was quite endearing. At first I was hesitant as I was quite content with our current president, the quality and consistency from men of their age is scarce.  I mean, I am certainly okay with the change now, but the initial thought of exchanging heads of our semi-circle was not well processed. 

Well, as follower 2 got up and introduced himself, his aspirations, his hobbies, his experiences (heavily influenced by his two year exodus) he mentioned his love of life. I smiled at the thought.  It's extraordinary how that phrase can have such an effect on me.  (You see, I have been in awe of life and it's wonders the past half year of my existence. I've always enjoyed life, but to actually look at it gives you an entirely different scenic view.)

Then, some young chap, some know-it-all (some idiot) laughed.  Not a chuckle of acceptance.  A scoff at his enthusiasm.  


I surely dislike associating with such people.  People that tear down others that are on a great path.  Of course, he wasn't deterred, and that's an excellent quality in a leader.


I love people.  I love life.  But if you don't know where you are, and what you stand for, I'm not sure you're welcome in my life.

But it doesn't mean I won't be cordial to you.