It all started with a rock and ended with a ride in a Corvette.
Everyday seems like this little battle between happiness and sadness. And at one point in my life that really bothered me. I thought maybe there was something wrong with me. That I was broken or something.
But over the years I’ve attained this superpower. No, I don’t have a cape or a mask or anything of that nature. Though, I’m pretty sure I could jump off my roof and fly, if needed.
No, the superpower is perspective. I lacked that I believe for the first 31 years of my life. I just took things for granted. Things were always going to be the same – nothing changes.
And sure, as a human being, I fall sometimes. I lose my mind, my spot, my … you know. You’ve been there before.
Anyways …. So last night I stomped my caveman ass to the Oak, where I’ve spent endless hours bothering the finest folks of Decatur. I mean, I’ve lived here for close to eight years. EIGHT YEARS.
And inside that bar, I’ve met the nicest people outside of my home. Why is it that we never tell those people that we are thankful for what they bring into our lives?
It is easier to sulk, to worry, to cry. So much more goes into happiness – but it’s rewarding when it happens.
There is this line, in a movie, that I have stuck in my head on most days:
“I’ve tried living down in the valley again, really tried this time. Walked up and down it looking for one open face, but most people I’ve meet hardly seem like human beings to me anymore.”
But I’ve digressed from what I really want to say. The jist of this (and, if you are still reading .. you must be really bored.) is simple:
It all started with a rock and ended with a ride in a Corvette.
Maybe it is just a rock – but some would say it’s just a home. Some would say it’s just a song, some would say it’s just some words.
But something may in fact be everything.
I am probably one of few, but just as well. I see it on the news all the time, things are just going away. Well,the good things anyway.
I woke up this morning with a riddle in my head that I can’t remember, yet it’s stuck in my conscious none the less.
Need I say more?
Factory life, dead end streets, world hunger and health care. But my Tigers won last night.
Some things may in fact be everything.
As I sit hear now jotting down the things that pop in my head, I hear the sound of a dog slurping up some water, and drownding the floor, no doubt.
I hear the sound of “You’ve got mail” and thankfully its not the movie – but a note, from a friend, busting my balls, as he does, every day, as if it were my heart, beating, everyday.
In fact, everything is something, to someone.
Wind whisper something outside – something i can’t understand, but the tree in the front bows to it, welcomes it into itself, soaks it in to the branches that hold the leaves that hold our lives, that gives us air from which to breath.
And it all started with this rock. This rock, from home, that some friends of mine gave to me. It’s just a rock I said to myself as I walked into the living room.
It’s just a rock.
So next time you think that something is trivial, that saying “Thank you” isn’t appreciated, or “I love you” is corny to a friend, remember one thing, friends:
Something may in fact be everything.
