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Ever Changing

I wrote the following rhetoric years back. And although I am no longer in this particular situation I still feel I made some valid observations. I am prone to eloquent exaggeration, but mainly I speak the truth as I see it. I hope you enjoy it.

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How blissful a child’s ignorance of the world in which adults live is. It is something I’ve come to truly envy.

As my mother would proudly explain, when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would beam and say that “I was never going to grow up because I was going to Neverneverland to live with Peter Pan.” How easy life seemed back then?

At one point in every person’s life there comes a time when we must all take what is referred to as “a leap of faith.” Whether that “leap” is metaphoric or literal, that moment always reaches us whether early on in our youth or in adulthood. My “leap” has come to me at the age of twenty-five. I look to the future –more importantly –my future and feel that there is cause for great trepidation because it isn’t spelled out to me in a clear path. I never truly knew I possessed this quality until I heard my sister describing and explaining me to one of her friends, but I was hit with the realization that this description had me spot on! I don’t like being out of control. I don’t like not knowing how something is going to turn out or not having a plan or a back-up plan.

Thus, the cause for my trepidation. There are always two choices in life: to do or to not do. How does one decide? I have reached a fork in my road. To continue on path the current path would lead to much the same environment I am currently in, only to accentuate the current situation with further knowledge of my bosses’ utter lack of respect toward me and to continue to allow them to insult me daily. As tempting as the situation surely seems I can assure you it is far worse. The other tine on the fork leads down a much more exciting path. One that removes me from my hometown and immerses me into an unfamiliar town, jobless and a mountain of debt the last fork had caused me to accrue.

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On a side note, I no longer feel such heavy anxiety that I don’t have everything planned out. I met someone who had such a nonchalant way of looking at the world and I’ve since adopted a few of his philosophies. He has become a hero of sorts. I’ve discovered how to enjoy my life without the feeling as if I must have all the answers before I even start. I’ve often since said “Life is in the mess.” And I truly believe it. I have had some of the best times in my life since by simply being in the now and enjoying the adventure that it brings.

Man and His Shadow

Man and His Shadow

There was a man

who was so disturbed

by the sight of his own shadow

and so displeased with his own footsteps

that he determined to get rid of both.

The method he hit upon was to run away from them.

So he got up and ran.

But every time he put his foot down

there was another step,

while his shadow kept up with him

without the slightest difficulty.

He attributed his failure

to the fact that he was not running fast enough.

So he ran faster and faster, without stopping,

until he finally dropped dead.

He failed to realize that if he merely stepped into the shade,

his shadow would vanish,

and if he sat down and stayed still, there would be no more footsteps.

-Chuang Tzu

I came across this poem in a school book and like it so much I decided to share it. Hope you enjoyed it and that it reminds you to take a step back once in a while and sit down in the shade. 🙂

Must Be Me….

Boston Skyline

Boston Skyline (Photo credit: brentdanley)

Currently, I work on the seventh floor in one of Boston University’s many campus buildings. Never being as physically fit as I’d like “I’m working on it” is typically not far from my thoughts when pondering my fitness. I have, however, since moving to Boston begun to walk a substantial amount more. It’s simply not practical to drive in this city with parking being as ridiculously priced as it is here one tends to take public transportation and when that fails one walks. A great thing about Boston is that it is a walkable city. Since arriving I have had to invest in some really good shoes to cushion my feet from the hard concrete sidewalks. Sadly, some of my cute heels and sandals are gathering a fine layer of dust as I favor comfort over style. I ride the subway and walk the remaining distance to work each day in sneakers. Most larger city dwellers do.

As I said I’ve never really been all that fit, but that doesn’t stop me from trying to get a little “workout” in on my commute to work and even while at work. Instead of the escalators I climb the steps at subway stations. I use the elevator at work only if I need to go up more than three floors: therefore, only in the morning when I arrive and in the afternoon at quitting time and the occasional outside lunch.

Stairs sign with braille at an office building...

Stairs sign  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You can see then why it would never fail to amaze me when a healthy able-bodied male or female decides to ride the elevator to ascend to the next floor! What?! Why?! I want to ask every time I see someone get in and push the shiny little button for the next floor. Did they miss the big sign that announces the stairwell? Are they afraid to accelerate their heart-rate? Or perhaps they are afraid they will get lost on the trip up the flight of steps and come out in another dimension or country. I know I am beginning to write silly things, but when you do something silly you should be treated in kind.

WALL-E

WALL-E (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Quit being a lazy bum! I once watched the Disney/Pixar film Wall-e with a friend who laughed hysterically at the part where the world’s civilization was obese and riding around on hovering recliners. This post isn’t a plug about obesity I promise I am more worried about the decline of our minds in truth.

I am just saying maybe you should try the stairs. 

The Horn

vehicle horn is a sound-making device used to warn and/or caution others of the approach of the vehicle or of its presence.

With this in mind, I have to say I believe this isn’t what most people use the vehicle horn for nowadays.


Prime example:

 

As I was returning home from the neighborhood Stop N Shop grocery store a few nights past, I was coming up to an intersection that to continue my trek home required me to turn right. The light, however, turned red before I got the intersection. Being the responsible and competent driver that I am, I slowed to a come to a stop so that- if the coast was clear- I would then proceed and make my right-hand turn. The taxi driver behind me, however, had other designs. He apparently believes that a red light does not mean to come to a complete stop and proceed with caution, bu that it means to continue through the light without regard for my safety or the safety of others in other vehicles or pedestrians around me. 


Now those of you who have ridden in a car with me I am sure have at one point or another witnessed my “game” with people who insist upon being rude to other drivers on the road. Is my going 5 mph over the speed limit during rush hour still not fast enough for you that you insist on tailgating me? Oh, what’s that??? I think my car has suddenly  lost power! Damn! My odometer must be broken it’s reading now 5 mph under the speed limit. Sorry! What’s that you want to cut me off because even though you’ve driven this route countless times you still want to be the jerk that cuts in front of everyone HOLDING UP TRAFFIC because you couldn’t be the bigger sensible guy and PLAN ahead? Looks like you’ll have to be a jerk to someone else because this sugar isn’t letting you in. 

So when the taxi driver behind me hits his horn to tell me to not slow down and to continue through the light and make my turn, I make a decision to pretend that I don’t know you can turn on red after a complete stop. And I sit through the red light. Unhappy with my choice, the taxi driver begins to hit his horn again. Repeatedly. At least 8 or 9 times. I can’t help but laugh out loud at his display of stupidity and look around at the car beside me. There in the SUV next to me is a girl giving me a thumbs-up sign, with a huge grin on her face saying “Good job! Stay there!” Believe it or not the guy didn’t let up. He kept honking his horn until the light changed. He then followed me through our turn and completed an illegal action by turning into an outlet only lane. 

I can’t even being to tell you the kind of satisfaction I had in causing his ire.

Moral of the story: You unwisely display to all watching what a completely ridiculous individual you are. (To put it very nicely.) Choose your actions wisely when using the horn on your vehicle. Instead of achieving a desired result you might end up receiving the reverse action. 

Peep-peep-peeping

Never considered myself much of a peeping-tom, but lets face it sometimes you just can’t deny that insatiable curiosity unless you just go ahead and look. The hardest time for me to not look into the lives of those around me is when it’s evening time and I’m out walking the neighborhood. You see the glowing light cast on the pavement, see a form cross the light’s path, and wonder “Huh, wonder what/who caused that?” Your head turns almost on its own accord and before you know you’re watching someone set the table for dinner or changing the channel on the TV.

Tonight, I was walking upstairs to my room and had one such peeping-tom experience. To the limited few who have seen my new home in New England, I was on our second floor heading to our third but it’s not an all important detail for those of you who haven’t. We do not have curtains- none of us here like them in the first place. This detail gives us unhampered natural lighting, but also allows for unhampered viewing in both directions (inside and outside).

I was walking to the next staircase and happen to see light from across the way to the next door neighbors. There I spied chaotic movement. Naturally, I stopped and thought “What in the world???” Care to take a stab at what I saw?

Hooked I see. 🙂 Don’t worry, we all have that curiosity.

Anyway to continue, one of the the neighbors is repeatedly jumping up and down. My suspicion is that this woman is playing one of those Dance Revolution Games where you have a pad of the floor and have to jump on the proper square in order to score points. Watching the neighbor was entertaining as hell for a little while because I couldn’t actually see what she was doing other than jump-jump-jumping. And she was pretty involved in her jump-jump-jumping. The picture is of Jim Carey in Yes Man playing one such game.

I’m guilty of having one of these games for my Wii. It’s dangerous when I play because I’m not very coordinated. I’m sure that doesn’t come to much of a surprise to many of you. Graceful one thing “I ain’t!”

P.S. She’s still at it an hour later.

Heroes

he·ro

[heer-oh]

noun, plural he·roes; for 5 also he·ros.

1. a person of distinguished courage or ability, admired for their brave deeds and noble qualities.

2. a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal:He was a local hero when he saved the drowning child.

Definition courtesy of dictionary.com one of my favorite go-to tools. (This is only the first two listings for this term.)

Heroes come in all sizes and shapes and are of any creed. They usually make an appearance in our lives when we least expect them which- rightly so- has a tendency to make their impact all the more noticeable. When was the last time you had your last look at a everyday hero? Was it a parent that kissed away your tears? Or was it a glimpse of your wife after she spent hours in childbirth to bring into this world your first born? Was it the complete stranger who gave you a hug because you were crying in the middle of the school day?

Yesterday, as I was making my daily commute home on Boston’s finest public transit, the Green line (for all the non-Bostonians reading this- I’m being sarcastic, very sarcastic), I spotted a glimpse of one such hero. Of course, technically, everyday I’m sure I come across a bunch of heroes, but yesterday I was privy to witness to an heroic deed. To me as a third party, Craig was a good samaritan. To Megan, he was a hero. (I made up names because I didn’t actually get either person’s name.) Craig saved Megan from being squashed in the subway doors. The subway driver wasn’t patient enough for both Megan and I to get on the train. As I was mostly on and more alert than Megan, Craig grabbed Megan and pulled her into the already packed train. When I say packed think six people crammed into a standard Johnny-on-the-Job and that’s what an entire subway train car was like. Yes, I was in Hell. It didn’t smell much better than a Johnny-on-the-Job either. All those unwashed bodies…. people in need of a breath mint…. I’m cringing just reliving the twice daily experience- better stop.

Gently swaying branches, the sound of rustling leaves as the wind playfully passes through the branches of the towering trees that are located on the cliff upon which I stand. Fresh mountain air blowing over the tops of the trees of the forest that lies at my feet. Sun shines through the canopy of clouds and treetops. 

Hanging Rock, North Carolina. Trees are Pinus ...

Hanging Rock, North Carolina. Trees are Pinus pungens. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sorry had to calm myself after my “Doug Moment”. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, firstly, SHAME ON YOU!!!! Secondly, finish reading this and go immediately “Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200s” and rent Up, yes it’s a cartoon, but totally worth it for the scene that my “Doug Moment”stems from. For those curious, I was imagining I was on Hanging Rock at Hanging Rock State Park in Danbury, North Carolina. I hiked it a couple of times (see Facebook pics).

Any-who, Craig rescued Megan from the terrifying jaws of the Green line B train doors and she lives today- with all her limbs attached and intact- to tell the tale. Craig impressed me, not only because he was cute, 🙂 but because he wasn’t in a self-absorbed cloud that most city people live in to help out a person when it was within his power to do so.

So in closing:

Dear Everyday Hero,

I thank you on behalf of myself or for whomever your unsuspecting damsel might be. It is nice to be reminded that humanity and compassion has not left this earth completely. I thank you for the opportunity afforded to me to witness your heroic deed, thus restoring my waning faith. 

I pray help is bestowed upon you in a time of need. And that in turn you experience the same lightening of heart as your damsel felt and I, as a witness, underwent.

Sincerely,                                                                                 

Me