About

Oh dear… an About :)

I don’t really know what to say. I’d probably say this:

For most people who do not know me already, there is most likely not much interesting stuff to read here. However, I’ve been wondering about blogging for a long time, so I thought I’d take the plunge. It seems a handy way perhaps to keep everyone informed of how things are going, which as an ex-pat is usually quite difficult. I miss the easy visits for tea or dinner, I miss most of the family gatherings, I miss most of the friendly friends get-togethers. I repeat in emails to one person and never actually mail the same info to another. So why not… Lets give it a go and write like this.

About Me
So … about me ? I’m Dutch, living in Scotland. Great country. I’m going through a lot of changes since I decided that the way I was living wasnt making me happy. So I decided to change. Of course ten million things happened to make that not so easy but hey… I’m still working on it. It has been 4 years, 10 months and 3 days since I decided that I wanted to be happy…. And last week I decided I was finally getting really really close. What an adventure this has been.

About ForPony.
Strange name I hear you think… And it is. It has very special meaning for me.
Aside from the fact that ponies are cute, fluffy little beasties and I do quite like them, I wouldn’t actually choose this domainname for that reason as none of these pages are really about the little beasties. The name came up as a battlecry in a cartoon. Funny and catching. But then I realised it meant much more and I found it very inspiring, so as names go.. it’s as good as any. In recent discourse, “pony” has come to represent an elusive and highly unlikely positive outcome. This comes from a joke, most often attributed to Ronald Reagan, known as the “pony joke”. Please follow this link to where presidential speechwriter and author Peter Robinson recounts the joke: It was Reagan’s favorite joke.

Worried that their son was too optimistic, the parents of a little boy took him to a psychiatrist. Trying to dampen the boy’s spirits, the psychiatrist showed him into a room piled high with nothing but horse manure. Yet instead of displaying distaste, the little boy clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to all fours, and began digging.
“What do you think you’re doing?” the psychiatrist asked.
“With all this manure,” the little boy replied, beaming, “there must be a pony in here somewhere.”

The article continues:
The pony in the dung heap is more than a gag. It is an approach to life.
“A lot of people have a mistaken conception of free will,” says Rev. Lorenzo Albacete, a friend of Peter Robinson “They think exercising free will means choosing their own reality. Try hard enough, and you can make yourself rich or famous or beautiful – that kind of thing. Well, man, I’m sorry. But it just ain’t so. Nobody gets to choose his parents. Nobody gets to choose whether he’s good looking or ugly or whether he’s intelligent or stupid. We all have to take reality as it comes to us.
“The question is what you choose to do with reality. “The pony in the dung heap?” Father Albacete said. “That’s it. That’s the entire anthropology of human existence. You become a complete person by digging for the pony in the midst of all the crap life throws at you.”


After reading this story I had the following conversation with a friend of mine with whom I had a discussion about redefining reality only a few days earlier:

Me: Nice quotes: “A lot of people have a mistaken conception of free will, they think exercising free will means choosing their own reality.”

K: We all have to take reality as it comes to us. The question is what you choose to do with reality… And that IS the crux of the biscuit isn’t it? We can work with in a set, set of boundaries that “reality” gives us and all the prayer in the world is not going to change that reality, that is a fixed point. We can only change our interpretation or definition so much. A room full of $hit is still a room full of $hit. Ah yes, its the ol’ Pessimist vs Optimist story. Well being a realist, Pony or not, the room is still full of $hit and it has to be shoveled out.

Me: LOL what do you mean ? According to the story it is the psychiatrists room, look for the pony, hop on it and RUN FOR IT !!!! He brought the stuff in… he can take it out :p while I ride off into the sunset singing I’m a poor lonesome cowboy….

K: HAHAHA, Oh you and you whole “thinking outside the box” mentality.

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