What started as a beginning to a typical weekend with no plans in sight, quickly turned to an emotional gut check in the early hours of Saturday morning. From frustrating financial follies to fallouts within the family, Saturday proved to be rough to the touch.
Thankfully the worst was over and the best was underway, many an hour was spent savoring good feelings. It was a regular celebration of happiness, an elitist would dare call it an adulation to mediocrity. But I’m no elitist, my life is perfectly imperfect, it’s chock full of lessons, adventures, boring moments, friends, traitors, love and pain. You know, the “human experience”, all from a twenty-something who just so happens to be undereducated and for the first time in a long time, underpaid. Two things that are momentarily temporary, and I assure you better yet I implore you, I dont celebrate this. Nor do I feel ashamed for disclosing it.
The best learning I’ve experienced has been outside of the classroom or on the page of some expert’s interpration in literary form. Life has a great way of letting you know you’ve passed or failed. Even through the infinite probability of chance and circumstance you learn that success and failure rely on an inconceivable equation that ca simply be added up to Life.
So in short, while I lay back body sore from “feeling better” (wink), I just think, I think less of how much money I want to make and more about what I believe I will accomplish. Then again, it’s just another weekend down. I simply took a moment to stop and smell the roses while pricking my finger on a thorn and living to tell of their sweet smell.