"The Perfect Hub Dreamer"
This writer is NOT me
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I don't know what it will take. I don't know what I will have to give up. To accomplish my one goal: to write "a" near-perfect hub.
Tall order, huh? You bet. And being that I am a realist at heart, I am not naive enough to believe for a moment that writing this "dream hub," will not require work. And lots of it. Plus a lot of perspiration, mental anguish and walking the carpet on my floors.
Someone years ago gave me a classic piece of advice. "Anything in life that's worth having, is worth suffering for." The guy now is a vice-president of a newspaper chain in the mid-South, and owns three papers in that chain that are all near my home in Hamilton, Alabama. And I know this man has went through his own brand of "suffering" over the years and I know for a fact that he is reaping numerous financial, social and personal harvests.
Now back to writing "the" perfect hub. Just how would one go about succeeding in this challenge? Mediate for hours in all of the Zinn Theories? Travel to Tibet and speak privately to a few enlightened monks in the Himalayan Mountains? One of these maybe? All of these? None of these? Too many good choices and too little time to address them.
To me personally, the term "perfect," takes on an sharp image of being a relative term. Who among the legions of mankind can truly say that they have the "one" definition of "perfect"? Too many miles to cover and too little time to spend searching an endless circle.
So to start from back to front, I suppose that a
"perfect hub" has to have some or all of these things:
- Majority of interest to HubPages readers.
- Unusual in its content. Not a rewrite of some dog with three legs in Alaska.
- Rare life-changing moment. Like being pushed out of the way of an oncoming train.
- Rare interview with a reclusive person, not necessarily a celebrity.
- Rare pet with a talent such as being able to change channels with television remote.
- Sharing "the" deepest, darkest confession a person can share and not fear public condemnation or judgement.
These categories are only a few suggestions I need to look at for myself when and if the opportunity of writing a "perfect" hub comes along or I stumble across it one day when it's not on my mind.
Example: I am in line (of course) at the Water Department in my hometown to pay my monthly water bill. This is not a rare or unusual moment, so this is not on the table as an idea.
"Next," says the pretty clerk with a soft voice of an undiscovered singer.
I start to hand her my check and it hits me . . .an idea for a "perfect" hub. Now I have a choice to make. Pay my water bill or run like the wind back home to my PC and get this "perfect" hub written before it leaves me.
Guess which avenue I take? The pretty clerk at the water department is stunned at my leaving. Then after that five minutes of shock to her conservative life is over, I am forgotten. Until next month.
But even "if" I happen to write a "perfect" hub, and surpass the standards of the many-talented editors and monitors of HubPages, I am left with one burning question: Is the "perfect" hub, even with perfect grammar, punctuation, and sentence structure, really "perfect"? To clarify, is life perfect? I would get a rousing "no," if this were a live lecture and you were a crowd inside a municipal auditorium.
"Perfect" and "perfection," are the toughest things to achieve and then live up to them after one reaches these near-impossible levels of writing, teaching, singing, painting or whatever pleasure a man or woman does in the life around us.
I am the first to admit to God and you, that "I cannot reach or live up to a "perfect" standard of writing or even trod on the ground thinking that "I" have finally attained to "perfection" in our fallen world.
So now I guess my quest for the "perfect" hub will have to be filed among all of the other "brass rings" I've reached to get and missed while I rode this carousel someone gave me a long time ago when I started out on my road of life. No worries. I am not hurt. I have grown accustomed to disappointment.
But for some mysterious, and possibly-senseless reason, I keep on trying. Searching, reading other works of other writers, travel to forgotten areas of our country and talk to faceless, nameless people who have been passed over by "us," the so-called enlightened people. Those areas. And those people many times tug at my heart strings. One day I will just "up and go," as old-timers were known to say years ago.
Like a monk on a trek to find that "perfect" level of inner peace. Turning loose of all things I "hold" to in life as "dear," and just walk off the edge of a New York skyscraper, close my eyes and allow whatever is to happen to happen.
Maybe then I will have reached a sensory or emotional area of my life, provided I live from the fall from the skyscraper, and then sit quietly and pound-out the "perfect" hub.
A "perfect" hub needs a "perfect" name.
I got it. "The Perfect Hub Dreamer"
Yeah. And I think now that I will slowly step-back from the edge of the roof of this gigantic skyscraper in New York City. People on the sidewalk below are beginning to talk about me.
Okay . . .one more step and . . .okay.
Feels pretty good actually.