Few.Interesting.Observations
Soren Kierkegaard once said that life can only be lived forward and understood backwards. In other words things happen and as they happen I am able to, in some small way, make sense of them. So as I attempt to make sense of 2011 a few observations…
First…
- I can’t seem to shake the thing that makes me me.
- I can’t seem to break away, break apart or break free.
- I am stuck in this shell forever spinning around and around and around until the little kid inside pukes off the ferris wheel and forever ruins his chances with his first crush.
- He will never know what she thinks of him because he can’t seem to break away, break apart or break free.
- Because you see this little boy is me and I can’t seem to shake the things that makes us we.
Next…
- Death always seems to bring new life yet, why has the Phoenix been the only one to get this part right.
- Why has the night forever robbed us of our sun only to give it back to us when she was done.
- You see the a circle never seems to have an end but I always become anxious when you and I talk about that friend.
- That friend that gives life where there once was death.
- That gives peace where I had seemed to have lost my breath.
- He sheds hope to the hopeless and hopefully I’m his next stop since I can’t seem to drop the things I know are killing me.
- Hopefully they kill me well because I heard this year that death always seems to bring a new sort of life.
Finally…
Why do rats race and was there ever a need to explore outer space? I closed my eyes as a kid and saw the moon whispering to the stars about dreams he once had of visiting the earth yet I have to sit here and read this book that loves to ruin all of my dreams. Apparently the man on the moon doesn’t exist and if rats did need to race then they certainly shouldn’t persist. “News flash the moon isn’t made out of cheese” reads the chapter. Page after page and apparently aliens don’t fly saucers and Mike Wazowski isn’t really a monster. He’s a digital representation of our imagination. Thanks a lot Pixar! Big foot was a fake, Nessie a mistake, and I guess Santa Clause doesn’t go on vacation with the Easter Bunny. All this book wants to do is turn me into a rat so that I may enter her race. With my hand raised high the teacher takes notice as I declare that “I don’t want to grow up because at heart I am still a Toys-R-Us kid!” Needless to say she didn’t know how to respond because after all rats don’t speak “English” they only speak as they are spoken too. Cubicles have become cages and cash, cheese. We spin in our sleep around squeaky wheels that make us wonder if there was ever another way to which I must say, yes. Is there really a need to explore outer space or can these rats finally drop out of the race?
Thank you for your wisdom Mr. Kierkegaard. It has lead me to quite a Few.Interesting.Observations
-Billy
