Sometimes I Wonder Why I Do What I Do

Sometimes I wonder why I do what I do? How about you? Being almost 65 years of age and this question still comes up in my mind from time to time. It seems that thought has always been rambling round in my nogin’. I suppose hanging around with a 6 year old and especially a 2 year old for the past few days has that concept on my mind. An inherent trait of wanting to learn must play a roll. To conquer boredom does as well I am thinking.

Of course there is a difference between sexes of all species that must play a roll in why we do what we do. For the female it appears to my observations that creativity and appreciating beauty drives them. Males are more about testing limits to find out what will break if you hit it. My grandson excels at learning in this manner. He gets it honest as I still like to beat a mechanical problem till it breaks even if I have to work twice as hard to figure out how to get it fixed again in the end.

For males they do what they do to display power and agility. I do think a bit now that I am older than to just grab a hold of a difficulty and try to manhandle it. Of course it took me 64 years to gain that attitude. Which I bring forth after manhandling fails. For females it looks as if they would much rather use brain power to gain control of what happens in their lives. Study it first then go about finding a solution is the gals way I am thinking?

Any how I got out a couple hours a day while the grandkids where here. Slipping out before dawn while they were sleeping. Doing what I love most about life. Being outdoors observing nature. Watching the dawning of a new day. Trying to lean what makes other species tick.

You never know what you might see. Knowing that luck has an uncontrollable factor in what happens in life. I watched a pigeon coming in to land under a bridge. Suddenly it stopped hung up on a string hanging down from the bridge. Now what are the chances of that happening? How do you fly in to a string and have it wrap your wing? The pigeon struggling now and then to fly loose. Then resting a while before trying again. I knew that if a falcon saw this it would strike. About ten minutes later a falcon did see it. In a flash streaking in to make the kill. The string causing the falcon to miss the capture, but the string broke releasing the pigeon that then fell in to the water. The falcon evidently did not see where the pigeon landed. For it did not return to pick up the bird from the water as they can do. The pigeon still alive, don’t know if it made it or not as it disappeared from my view as the swift current carried it downstream.

I suppose I will keep on wondering why I do what I do. Wondering what or who pulls the string on what happens next…

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4 Responses to Sometimes I Wonder Why I Do What I Do

  1. Ellen Bunnell says:

    Wow, not sure how to comment on this, but you sure have me pegged. And it sounds like you have the men in my life, husband and two adult sons, two young adult grandsons, pegged as well. If I remember correctly, your wife is very creative and artistic too. She undoubtedly loves the beauty in the things that she makes and the subjects of her paintings. I too love the beauty in nature and am always fascinated by the details in your photos and the scripts about them. Both of which are very intriguing today. I miss the times I had with the grands when they were young, with the youngest, a girl, being almost 14 now. But the joy of seeing them become adults and making their way in life if mighty fulfilling too. I know you are and will enjoy all stages of yours as well. They sure do stimulate trains of thoughts, don’t they.

    • Jim says:

      Ellen Bunnell,
      I appreciate your input. I think adding to what I surmised, men are simple women are more complex. Your are right in that my wife is much more creative and artistic. The camera does allow me to see more detail than what my eyes do alone. I hope I am lucky enough to see any of our grandchildren reach their teen years. Men in my family are not long lived and I don’t really take care of myself health wise. Still smoke, eat mostly meat and taters. I don’t worry about the grandchildren though as their parents are very attentive to the kids needs as they are growing. Yes, also to how they stimulate thoughts…

  2. I think we should do whatever makes us happy, within reason of course.
    Great shots of the falcons!

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