Life Is…

There are days when things don’t make sense. Like when you walk across the street and a cop stops you for jaywalking—not that it’s happened to me. Or when you step outside and it begins to rain. Or when you’ve just missed your bus by a fraction of a second and all you can see are the vehicle’s taillights trailing into the distance. Or when the movie you’ve wanted to see all spring is sold out. Or when the waiter brings you a dish you thought you hadn’t ordered and realize it is the dish you ordered. It was the wrong choice after all. Yeah, some days things don’t make sense.

Life Is…
Life Is…

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But then there are those days you want to hold on to until the end of time. Like when you order a Greek salad and the waitress adds extra olives to the dish. Or when you’re driving and every intersection you pass there’s a green light. Or when you buy that item you’ve always wanted, and find at checkout that you’ll be saving an extra twenty percent because you came into the store at the most perfect time. Or when you find the last sale item on the shelf and wonder if life could be any more amazing. Or when someone holds the door for you, and you know it has made all the difference in the world that morning when you’d lost total faith in humanity.

Yes, we all have those days. Bad or good, they are our days. No one can take them away from us and no one can say they can relate either. Your days are your own, even if it’s happened countless times to others.

Isn’t that the purpose of life, though? To hold on to the things that no one else has experienced in order for one day to show others we can provide some wisdom worthy of learning? Of course, it’s never that simple. Every moment of every day sets the bar higher and we’re still holding our breath trying to stay ahead of it all.

Yet, regardless of how the day goes, there’s always that single instance when you feel the world and all the forces of the universe have collapsed within themselves as a means to connect with you to show there is something as perfect as hope. And it’s that hope that carries everyone forward to a better life filled with wonder.

Now, it may sound strange and in some respect seem all random. But there is a logic to this illogical existence we call life.

It’s just a matter of finding out what that logic is.

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Have you had anything good happen to you lately? What makes it so special?

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14 thoughts on “Life Is…

  1. Awesome post. My favourite line is ‘there is a logic to this illogical existence we call life.’ I love the way you find sanity, sense and reason in the gaps between how things are and how we think things should be. I love the way your writing filters everyday events to spin magic.

  2. How long do we have to think of anything good happening before the alarm bells start ringing? I read this post about 45 minutes ago and still can’t think of anything beyond I’m still alive! Lucky for me I’m an eternal optimist.

    Chris

  3. Sometimes the relatively ” little ” things ( having a printer that’s reluctant to work, spilling a glass of my favorite potable, or putting away a jacket only to find that Winter is making a brief return, etc. ) set me off, & the ” big events ” in life have marginal effect on me emotionally. I think misplacing my apartment key can send my blood pressure up more than a severe weather advisory or something similar !
    Wasn’t it Mark Twain who said ” Life is one damn thing after another ” ?

  4. The highlight of my week is someone putting an extra burger into my McDonalds order. It did start off with everything going wrong that could possibly go wrong. I mean, I was only missing an illness or injury to complete the ‘bad luck’ bingo. Stubbed toe doesn’t count as far as I’m concerned. Fingers crossed that the week ends on a positive note.

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