I Don’t Know

I never expected to be doing this again. When I say this I am referring to writing. The last article I wrote for this publication was Looking In/Looking Out —published back in December right before the Winter hiatus Dennis and Co. so deservedly went on. In that article, I dropped some “hints” about going away. In my uncertain conscious state of mind, I was not sure if I was saying goodbye. It then dawned on me and I acquiesced to the fact I had indeed said goodbye. I was done! There would be no turning back. I had no need for long goodbyes. By the time the end came, I had said whatever I said which was all that I had to say. I would leave no remnants behind or clues as to who I was to those who would come after me.

So here I am in a place that seems so familiar but yet this process was from another time and place which no longer had a place in the new place I was in. What was could never be or would never be again.

Yet here I am again. Do I want to be here? I don’t know! Do I belong here I don’t know! Should I be doing this again? I don’t know! What prompted me to do this again? I don’t know! I do know there are some people out there (I will not name names so as not to slight anybody) I miss and want to be a part of again. But again do I know this is the right thing to do? I don’t know! I just don’t know.

In a faraway land somewhere north of here in another time there were these steel or iron carriages with doors that struggled to open. Inside there were these incessantly blinking light bulbs that sat on polls underneath fans that wobbled dangerously overhead. There was a groan as the carriage begrudgingly moved. There were men in suits with newspapers folded in half occasionally peering over them to see who was towing over them. There were no women on board the carriage. If there were nobody saw them as that was the way it was supposed to be back then. Soon you were plunged into the darkness as the carriage pulled itself underground or underwater to this island. Where did these people go? Where are the carriages? Do you know? I don’t know! I just don’t know! What became of those seemingly innocent times? Do you know? I don’t know! I just don’t know.

So much for history. If I sound angry it is because I AM ANGRY? Who am I angry at? Probably me but possibly more than me. Do you know? I don’t know! I just don’t know. Do I have a right to be angry at whoever aside from myself I am angry at? Do you know? I don’t know! I just don’t know. The next logical question would be what am I angry at? What do I have to be angry at?  Do you know? I don’t know! I just don’t know. Where do angry people go to let go of their anger? Do you know? I don’t know! I just don’t know.

Fly away, skyline pigeon fly

Towards the dreams

You’ve left so very far behind

Let me wake up in the morning

To the smell of new mowed hay

To laugh and cry, to live and die

In the brightness of my day

–Skyline Pidgeon-Elton John

There is the silence of the night as I sit here and write underneath a micro led light that illuminates the darkness. The darkness was the mysterious phantom easel I used to place my words upon. No more! I never knew what I would write or why. I would sit here in front of a blank black screen with my phone resting comfortably next to me ready to play a song or two for the mood. And then it would happen. The words would flow as do the rivers or the sea meeting the sand. Why did it always happen this way? Do you know? I don’t know! I just don’t know.

Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.

–Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy), John Lennon

As I alluded to earlier I changed my life. I tore down what once was in order to build what could be which was that which I wanted (want) it to be. It will take time I know. This was the call that called me back to what I was once. The drive was back. Telling the world to call me well after midnight almost every night. Jumping for the phone when it rang. Dashing out an e-mail after 3:00 am in my haste to answer an e-mail that just came in. No more than five minutes must pass before a response was sent. My hard and fast rule. Why do I do it this way? I KNOW why! I DO know why! I am at the beck and call of somebody who is paying me what I told him he must pay me. He wants more from me. He will pay me more. This is my new reality. Cut the competition at all costs! Its what I do now. It’s what I used to do in my prime. Can I do it again? Do you know if I still can? I don’t know! I just don’t know. Come what may with health thrown to the wind I will fight on. I dare not try to stop me!

Friday afternoon there is still bread tossed into the grass for the birds. They still come to feast but I do not see them nor do I hear them. They have been here waiting for me. I will not disappoint them. I will not fail them. On the distant horizon, there is a move that may come to pass to where I feel I belong. I worry about what will come to them. Will they still find food? How will they feed their young who need their elders to feed and nourish them until that time when they take flight on their own on the way along the way. Will the mother bird miss them? I will miss them. Does anybody miss me? It’s hard to be missed if no one knows your gone. I like those baby starlings went when it was time for me to go. When you say goodbye but leave the question open if that was what I did. That’s what I did when the fire went out. Goodby was what I said. Is this opus a prelude to another goodbye? Do you know? I don’t know! I just don’t know. I suspect it may be as it may have to be but I am not completely sure.

Tomorrow which it is already Zip Recruiter, Indeed, LinkedIn, Craigslist, Careerbuilder, and Monster will be front and center. There will hopefully be more people to send my cold call e-mail pitch to. Popeye needed his spinach. I need resumes as that is the product that I peddle along with me who is the peddler. This is what I asked for but would never pray for. Yes,  I still believe in and pray to G-d. Yes, Israel is still my spiritual homeland.

Am I happy? Do you know? I don’t know! I just don’t know. Few are the giggles, smiles, and laughs although they were never in plentiful supply. Do I need to change my life, acquiesce to statistics, research, books because somebody who doesn’t understand I know what I know thinks I should do, change the way I eat, how much I sleep, turn off my phone, turn off my computer, reconnect with people I haven’t disconnected from because I don’t know them in the first place, slow down or whatever else is now prophecied? I answer NO to all the immediate questions above. Face it I was never any good at understanding anything I did not understand or felt a need to understand let alone agree with.

Now I leave not with arrogance or anger but with regret. Arrogance is an abomination! You will write your words for eyes that have greater clarity than mine. What you write deserves to be read. That is my wish for you. May the comments you receive lift you and invigorate you while giving you new meaning. If what I say to you is not a match it is because of vast differences in how and where we grew up and the experiences we had along the way. It is right for you to think as you do but it is my right to disagree. You should not treat this as an insult as you have been doing.

So here it is whatever this is. I came back to this place. Is it possible to go home again? Can what once be again? Do you know? I don’t know! I just don’t know. A soul yearns to be amongst other souls who meant (mean) so much. Caught in a crossfire in the war between the creative spirit turned capitalist. In the end, I chose to be what has gotten over me. It is not always pretty, pleasant or palatable. I will set a place at this table where I sat amongst you for the hope one day for it all to be good again. Thank you for all the love you sent my way. Thank you for being some of the most tremendous people I could never have imagined to meet. Go now with your courage and your strength with your humanity held high.

My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere

There he’ll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice

And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice.

–There Only Was One Choice-Harry Chapin

Joel Elveson
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Len Bernat
Len Bernat

Joel – Please keep writing – for us, your friends and for you. The words need to be read.

Tom Dietzler
Tom Dietzler

When there are thoughts that need to be expressed, or ideas that need wings, we can’t wait and wonder about who will say them. It’s up to us, each of us, to say what needs to be said, and to say it in ways that only we can say it. Thank you for putting this out there, if you didn’t say it, it would never be said. Take care, and all the best, Joel.

Laura Mikolaitis
Laura Mikolaitis

I agree with both Tom and Len, Joel. If you have words, express them. We all have stories inside us, and it takes courage to let them out – and to let them go. We are all unique, and there is a confluence of ideas and insights generated here. If you were called back to writing, then there is a reason. I’ve often felt like I’ve had enough, and that I’m done. But I keep coming back to it because it is a part of me, and I know on some level I need to share it. Listen to your heart, Joel. Thanks for being here, thanks for sharing.

Raissa Urdiales
Raissa Urdiales

Joel you must keep writing. Do I know why? I don’t know but I do know your words speak to many that struggle to find their words and assures them they are not alone. I too have loss my consistency in writing but alas, when the words do flow they need to be expressed and we will be here waiting to read them.

JoAnna Bennett
JoAnna Bennett

I often fell into the hole of thinking I had to stay put to stay on track. If I told someone about my plans, it was etched in stone. If I made a promise or vow, I should follow through no matter what. But nothing could be further from the truth. What do we know? That things will always change. It could be your residence, you career, or your health. But I say – if you want to write – write. If you want to work – work. What does the future hold? Do you know? I don’t know! I just don’t know!

And that is perfectly okay.

Mark O'Brien
Mark O'Brien

Joel, one of my LinkedIn connections wrote this today: “A good writer, a truly inspiring artist with a voice of their own and a timeless, heaven-sent agenda, what a rare specimen are they. One of their identifying traits is being dangerously low on cash in the new worlds of ‘content.’”

I thought of that line when I read this line from your piece: “Caught in a crossfire in the war between the creative spirit turned capitalist.” I believe all of us here in this community are caught in that crossfire, fighting that war. That’s why we need you here among us — to remind us, to make us think, to inspire us, to challenge us to fight the good fight.

You are that rare specimen, my friend. All of us here need your voice. And all of us here are stronger in that war with you here.

Write. Please, write.

Darlene Corbett
Darlene Corbett

Joel, you are an amazing writer. I wondered where you might be…You declare that you don’t know about many things, but what we do know is that your unique writing is received with open arms from all of us. Please keep writing even if you don’t always know the answers to the questions you raise. Just allow your mind to wander because what it reveals once on paper is just magical!

Johnny Johnston
Johnny Johnston

Joel, you know writing isn’t about what others read or think. It’s not whether someone does or doesn’t like what you’ve written, it’s art. Art isn’t in the lines, ever the same, enjoyed by all who see it or worth a million dollars. What it is however is what the artist feels, sees, imagines and dreams and most importantly pleases him. It’s not about the success or the accolades, the recognition or how others feel, it’s about saying “I don’t know” when in your heart you realize it’s you, your release, your joy, relaxation, passion and most of all what you love to do. J

Melissa Hughes, Ph.D.
Melissa Hughes, Ph.D.

Joel, we all have gifts to share with the world. I urge you to share yours. Your thoughts are valuable and meaningful and may resonate with people that you’ll never know.

Just as others have gifts to share… equally as valuable and meaningful to others… we ALL have the opportunity to connect with others and grow. That connection and growth require an open mind and the same kind of manners we’d use face to face. There is a responsibility that comes with building a community. We don’t always have to agree, but we do have to recognize that a vibrant community is comprised of diverse perspectives and the true value we get from “community” is learning from perspectives that may differ from our own.

Martin D. Hirsch
Martin D. Hirsch

Neither easy nor fun to be “Caught in a crossfire in the war between the creative spirit turned capitalist.” My coaches and shrinks all urge me to integrate the two rather than consider them opposites at war with each other — to “embrace the perceived opposites.” Possible or not? I don’t know? Do you know? Is it worth finding out? I’d give it a shot.

Paula Goodman
Paula Goodman

Joel.
No one knows.. we ask and toy with the unknown.
But when the words inside your head are fighting, all you have to do is keep on writing!
You are a wonderful deep and well articulated sharer of words,
. Stories, memories.. songs, lyrics and lines
You my friend are one I did find, because of your written line….
Thank you Joel!
You can try to resist
But words will insist
When they want out
You write with a shout
They will flow
You don’t know
And that’s ok
Just let them say
Paula🙏

L. Aruna Dhir
L. Aruna Dhir

There is always a place for good writing Joel. And good things should not be curbed. My best to you, always.

Yvonne A. Jones
Yvonne A. Jones

Joel, if there is ONE thing you do know, it is this. You are loved. Many of us care about you and enjoy reading what you write. You decide. When the time is right, you will know. And if you do decide to stop writing, you will be sorely missed. That we do know.

Jeff Ikler
Jeff Ikler

Joel, Raissa’s comment captured what I was thinking about my experience with the keyboard as I read your piece: “I too have loss my consistency in writing but alas, when the words do flow they need to be expressed and we will be here waiting to read them.” Sometimes my Muse is off somewhere. And sometimes she shows up without warning, cracks her knuckles and says “Type. What are you waiting for?”

Keep typing, Joel.

Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler

Joel this is a very touching to me. My friend you must write. Our ability to write is gifted to us so that we may find words to heal not only our souls but to touch others with our words as well. We as writers are a band of brothers and sisters that have the knowledge of Strong Ink. We understand each others need to write and we try to inspire each other to unleash the words we hold in our hearts. I would ask that you walk this path with us, your fellow writers and friends. You never even in the darkest night walk alone for we are bonded in INK.

Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler

Joel this is a very touching to me. My friend you must write. Our ability to write is gifted to us so that we may find words to heal not only our souls but to touch others with our words as well. We as writers are a band of brothers and sisters that have the knowledge of Strong Ink. We understand each others need to write and we try to inspire each other to unleash the words we hold in our hearts. I would ask that you walk this path with us, your fellow writers and friends. You never even in the darkest night walk alone for we are bonded in INK.

Lynn Forrester-Pitocco
Lynn Forrester-Pitocco

Joel your writings have been missed by many of us on Bizcatalyst I am certain. Welcome back and if it is any consolation, I have often thought of stepping away from writing but the voice inside me tells me to keep going even if only one person reads what I write. Welcome back!

Laurie Hill
Laurie Hill

Joel! It’s sounds like you came to say goodbye, and we just met!
I loved your written piece and everyone here is right, but only you know if you should write!
Please consider we’re all waiting for you.

Noemi Zarb
Noemi Zarb

Joel, you have the honesty to bare the labyrinth of your mind and to do so with resonating eloquence as you ask questions that may have no answers or the answers are still forthcoming. That you ask them is nevertheless important because they lead to a guiding light towards inner peace. This is what I wish for you. Taking a break from writing is not necessarily an irrevocable decision as you well know just as you know that your articles enrich all your readers. Whatever you decide to do I wish you well.

Bharat Mathur
Bharat Mathur

Dear Joel Sir, I would like to share a little secret with you, now that we have crossed the bridge, friends together, caring and sharing, as it has evolved over the past few years. I took a heartrending decision not to comment on this article of yours as I found myself in the same shape as an orphan would, on losing his or her parents. Your writing has given me a new meaning of life, and this is why I had been hoping I would be able to convince you not to leave us any poorer.

I am short of words to sincerely express my gratitude for your willingness to keep on leading us through these turbulent times. Your continued inspiration is nothing less than a direct renewal of our license to live in the moment and to say our prayers, knowing you are with us in full regalia of a well-seasoned leader.

My joy knows no bounds in knowing my persuasion could convey the feelings of the immense respect I so dearly cherish for my unsung hero, my mentor, my outstanding friend, and that is you, Dear Joel Sir!

Warm Regards, With a Prayer

BM

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