Sunday, October 23, 2011

Au revoir, Hot Pockets

I've never had a memorable experience by saying no.   

I don't know what to make of this new thought-dumpster, but that line wraps it up nicely.  There are a lot of memorable experiences to be had in this city.  And if you want them, you have to say yes to things.  

Things you know nothing about.

Things you might be afraid of.

Things you might regret.

A full life shouldn't be thought of as a string of pleasant, comfortable moments.  Naps are not memorable, no matter how satisfying it is to flick a hunk of sleep from your eyes.  A full life is inevitably going to involve an occasional accident.  It will be unpleasant at times.  But no new discovery was made by searching for comfort and stability.

A lot of advertising makes me feel as if I am somehow not comfortable enough, with the Snuggie commercial being the first to come to mind.  Who knew reading a book with an old blanket was such a miserable experience?

Advertising would have me believe that everything I do needs to be faster, easier, and more productive.  Sure, a Hot Pocket is faster and easier to prepare than its from-scratch equivalent (whatever that would be), but there's no craft to putting a box in a microwave.  

Will the Hot Pocket taste the same every time?  Yes, that's what the preservatives and salt are there for.  Is there a chance the from-scratch equivalent will burn, be made from sour ingredients, or simply not turn out?  Of course.  It's inevitable.

But then there's a chance that it comes out right.  You have made something delicious.  And once you make it right, all the burnt, foul-smelling dishes you've made before almost seem worth it, because it brought you to this moment.  

That is how I want to live my life.


Oh my love
Look and see
The sun rising from the river
Nature's miracle once more will light the world
But this light is not for those men
Still lost in an old black shadow
Won't you help me to believe
That they will see a day
A brighter day
When all the shadows
Will fade away
That day I'll cry that I believe
That I believe

Oh my love
High above us
The sun now embraces nature
And from nature we should learn
That all can start again
As the stars must fade away
To give a bright new day


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