Redeemable Life
I have returned to my fake smile and forced up-beat voice desk, after returning from my nourishment errand. Due to the lack of availability in this particular region I was limited to McDonald's or Taco Bell. Given that I have partaken of Taco Bell's new Spicy Chicken Burrito numerous times now, I decided to have a change of pace and get a Crispy Chicken Meal from McDonald's. So I'm sitting there, enjoying what I believe is a chicken sandwich and fries, when I notice a man that works there that is busily doing odd tasks around the establishment. He had a humble smile upon his face and gentle grace and ease in his step as he mopped and cleaned, and all the while was singing (very well as a matter of fact) random songs he seemed to have in his repertoire. This gets me to question how I live my life, why you ask? Well it's just that while watching this man, you could just see how content with life he was. Was it because he knew no better? Was it because this was his dream job? Maybe he just got laid before coming to work, I don't know. But, it just made me think that a man that has such a job and not significantly substantial life can be so happy. Not the type of fake happiness that I pour out for poor souls that cannot get their email or their computer dies, real happiness. Then there's me, I work at a slightly better job, am totally unsatisfied with life and I am left with this un-fulfilled desire. Now I'm not complaining, I just wonder what is going through his head that is so much different than what goes through mine. Has he found some lesser-known way to find happiness through simpler tasks that simply eludes me. Maybe he has just never thought enough to realize everything in life he would really want and that's how the simpler things in life make him happy. I have an inclination to strike up a conversation with him upon my next visit, just to find out.