In and out of the box.
I can't remember when it was that I decided to live my life more by the theoretics of a situation than it's reality, but I feel it now in everything that I do.
That one thing seeming so small.
Then, it's like living healthy I suppose. Once you start, you wonder how you ever got along differently. I see other people and shake my head knowing they don't see what I do.
And the ones that do? We just smile and nod at each other as we pass. Acknowledging some unspoken truth that both understand and display wordlessly.
The shits of the situation is being here and not being capable of telling those that don't get it. Somewhere the path leads inside each person, and it is at that point that they must each figure out where it goes.
But once you do... you know that life is not the destination. Life is the ride. Learn to enjoy that and the rest fades to details written on notebook paper left in a study hall with this little puddle of drool next to it. Waiting there for the next crew to toss it into life's waste basket. Problems, trials, daily grinds...they all end up on that same sheet of crumpled paper.
It's the smiles that matter. Memories of oceans and sky that blend together to one. Of water licking its way down an icicle or a snowflake melting on your finger. Squeezing it's life into a new clear liquidity.
Look close.
and say the hell with your seat belt.
That one thing seeming so small.
Then, it's like living healthy I suppose. Once you start, you wonder how you ever got along differently. I see other people and shake my head knowing they don't see what I do.
And the ones that do? We just smile and nod at each other as we pass. Acknowledging some unspoken truth that both understand and display wordlessly.
The shits of the situation is being here and not being capable of telling those that don't get it. Somewhere the path leads inside each person, and it is at that point that they must each figure out where it goes.
But once you do... you know that life is not the destination. Life is the ride. Learn to enjoy that and the rest fades to details written on notebook paper left in a study hall with this little puddle of drool next to it. Waiting there for the next crew to toss it into life's waste basket. Problems, trials, daily grinds...they all end up on that same sheet of crumpled paper.
It's the smiles that matter. Memories of oceans and sky that blend together to one. Of water licking its way down an icicle or a snowflake melting on your finger. Squeezing it's life into a new clear liquidity.
Look close.
and say the hell with your seat belt.