Everything's So Right I'm Scared To Talk About It
You ever have times in life when you want to sit back, close your eyes and appreciate EVERYTHING. I'm talking blue sky, good job, beautiful apartment, Lake michigan, music, good health, good food, mom and dad, perfect childhood, old friends, bright future, the general goodness in people, the doorman greeting me "g'mornin ma'am" every morning before my run, and "how was your run?" when I return, new friends, the opera singer on the corner of Michigan and Delaware, tears, higher education, family, conquering fears, running, exploring, shin splints, architecture, innocence, fireworks at Navy Pier, independence, responsibility. Lately I have taken nothing for granted.
I smile when I see the father's talking to their children about the monkeys at the zoo saying "What's that monkey eating? Is it grass? Is it leaves? Yeah leaves!" in the shameless way that parents speak to their children as if they're the only two people in the world. It's pure.
Every time I see something like that, or when reflect on something from the past that makes me smile and see the good that's left in the world, it takes a little bit more of the cynicism out of me. I truly believe that being out here in Chicago is one of the best choices I've ever made. It's so different from Boston. I've never in my life felt so capable and alive and healthy and even though I miss my friends from Northeastern (so much), this was exactly what I neded at the exact time that I needed it.
Anyone who reads this should leave a comment about one time that they saw something that made them smile - and realize that people are still good under all the hectic chaos of life.
Here's mine: This morning I was taking my bike downstairs and a very old man got on the elevator with me. He could barely walk and was using a walker. He got off the elevator and I followed. Even though he was very slow moving and hunched over he still made it a point to hold the door open for me until I had gotten all the way through with my bike. It made me smile - simple as that.
I could go on and list things all day, but my general feeling is that people here (and I'm sure elsewhere...but I've noticed it often here) are welcoming, friendly, outgoing, helpful, considerate, and just generally good.
The End.
I smile when I see the father's talking to their children about the monkeys at the zoo saying "What's that monkey eating? Is it grass? Is it leaves? Yeah leaves!" in the shameless way that parents speak to their children as if they're the only two people in the world. It's pure.
Every time I see something like that, or when reflect on something from the past that makes me smile and see the good that's left in the world, it takes a little bit more of the cynicism out of me. I truly believe that being out here in Chicago is one of the best choices I've ever made. It's so different from Boston. I've never in my life felt so capable and alive and healthy and even though I miss my friends from Northeastern (so much), this was exactly what I neded at the exact time that I needed it.
Anyone who reads this should leave a comment about one time that they saw something that made them smile - and realize that people are still good under all the hectic chaos of life.
Here's mine: This morning I was taking my bike downstairs and a very old man got on the elevator with me. He could barely walk and was using a walker. He got off the elevator and I followed. Even though he was very slow moving and hunched over he still made it a point to hold the door open for me until I had gotten all the way through with my bike. It made me smile - simple as that.
I could go on and list things all day, but my general feeling is that people here (and I'm sure elsewhere...but I've noticed it often here) are welcoming, friendly, outgoing, helpful, considerate, and just generally good.
The End.