1. 10 months ago 

   why does coffee always make me want to change the world?

   I like to sit around and ponder life for a while..but sometimes ya just gotta sit back, watch something extremely ordinary and realize how extraordinary it actually is…..

   I was walking to class the other day, and this middle-aged guy was sitting near the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette rather peacefully. He didn’t have a book in front of him, or a frown on his face, he was enjoying this cigarette.  I had found this strange looking plant on the sidewalk that i had never seen before…it appeared as if a walnut had mated with a rosebush, was heated by the sun, grew pomegranate seeds on the inside, and opened one day to feed whatever tiny beings eat said seeds. I picked up a few of them, and upon arriving at this peaceful man..knew that he’d appreciate one of these walnut lovechildren. I handed off my discovery with a, “look what i found” and ” happy morning” and he found it as fascinating as I (or he was just entertaining my wonderment..i don’t really care…that doesn’t really matter either way), then further along my walk, this woman had been pushing one of those luggage pieces that have a tiny box shaped bottom and an extremely long handle..the ones that are impossible to pull on uneven surfaces, and she was trying to pull it along but it kept flipping upside down, giggling the entire time. And later, as I opened envelopes at a possible internship meeting, admiring all of the possible ways one can close an envelope, lick it, tape it, enclose it with those silver flexy things, place a sticker on it, glue it…hell i dunno..i realize the thought process that goes behind the sending off of the envelope…especially those that use tape…they probably sat back and thought, “hell no..i will not put this nastiness in my mouth” while others probably don’t think about it much at all. These envelopes had works of art in it, making it a more soul-encompassing process as well, knowing these people were the ones that most likely think about these things. I mean it takes seconds to rip open an envelope..but I liked to imagine that artist sealing their work inside with hopefulness and appreciate that intensity..at least for a second. It made me want to write little notes on the backs of all my envelopes considering somebody somewhere will be opening it. Anyway, the point is, we’re very different in little ways, like the lady who just laughed at the ridiculous pulley bag and the man loving the strange lovechild of flower and walnut instead of getting pissed about luggage issues and ignoring the wonderment that nature can produce and a stranger handing you something without weariness or hostility. Sometimes those are the things to accept in amazement and not the abstract difficulty that goes along with trying to figure out why somebody does the things that they do. 

   This was further instilled in me as I sat outside of a cafe on University..a french lady singing french songs and playing guitar in a sweet voice. As she finished her set, she leaned back and said, 

   “Thank you. I’ll be here next week…if I’m alive and you’re alive to listen” and she giggled about it.

   We’ve got to appreciate the fragility of human nature and stop trying to be so hard sometimes..while respecting the difficulties we do face sometimes…or at least trying. We can always escape by going on walk or, cook an egg..and think about how crazy that is…

   Happy Saturday afternoon.

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