An Insiduous Virus

I have wanted many things during this long journey God has granted me.

All seemed important at that precise moment of time

A fragment were memorable.

Many were virtually forgotten minutes later.

The only one that I wanted desperately was, of course, beyond the realm of possibility.

However, I cannot remember ever wanting anything with the passion the assorted group of current and potential candidates (of both parties) want; the position as President of the United States.

Their ambition, that is so desperately apparent, seems to strip all normal discretion away with the slice of a bayonet.

The undiplomatic statements made about competitors in this competition are so offensive any remaining crumbs of camaraderie are pulverized within seconds

The political choices made in order to win support seemingly wipe out any heretofore expressed beliefs, opinions or liaisons.. Past history or associations seem to evaporate like an ice cube in noon’s blinding sunlight.

I wonder if this virus of ambition begins early in youth or does it attack suddenly.

The few things I have wanted desperately come to mind.

It would have been nice to have a best seller, but it really didn’t matter that much.

What I wanted fell more into the category of hope rather than ambition, and possibly that reveals more about myself that I wish to do.

I tend to dream more than aggressively seek to achieve.. Possibly that may explain why I have never contacted this current insidious virus. Another blessing I can count during my own particular journey.

Of course, It would have been utterly amazing to have the Fabulous Four all together just one more time, but I knew that was unrealistic. Even too much for a hope.

My one wish, not ambition, was for the return of a loved one. Obviously, that fell more into the category of impossibility. I had to be realistic and learned to be grateful for his fleeting visits in my dreams.

Admittedly, the landscape of my world has always been far smaller than the one shared by any of the current or future clutter of assorted politicians, CEO’s, and professional Feminists salivating to become our next President. Still when I count my blessings I will begin to include having been spared this particular virus.

It seems to leave wounds beyond repair even after apparent recovery. And sadly, scars that never heal.