Contemplate Life


 I sit here today, feeling and looking as disheveled as an old drunk from the wrong side of town. I guarantee my 83 year old father-in-law has more pep in his step then I do right now. As I chew up my two gummy vitamins the sun makes a quick appearance just to tease me like a fan dancer at a can-can show (Ask your great grandpa). With my body about as coordinated as a fish out of water, I think I’ll just sit here for a while and contemplate life.

With the world as it is and me sitting here with nothing better to do than complain about it. I was forced to walk into a Wal-Jacked yesterday to pick up the stuff I mentioned in yesterday’s story. As I went to the self-checkout as I’m forced to do, the young lady working the area was in her own world. Not an expression on her face, just a sorta blank stare. I mentioned to her that I understood her solemn expression and all she could do was stare blankly back. As my wife and I walked out I noticed the same expression on every young employees face as we left. I even saw the same expression across the face of the cute little girl working the KFC window. Sad isn’t it.

Sad because it’s the same expression I see across the faces of dozens of younger people I run into in life. With people my own age or a bit younger, it isn’t much better. You either get a “Get off my lawn speech” or “The incoherent look you get when talking to a dog”, attentive but unaware. It’s sad as a writer to often see such rich detail in a well written book or article.

Yet in real life see what appears to be such sadness and unawareness. It’s like the whole world’s lonely and doesn’t know how to get out of the funk. I wish I could say I knew the answer and that’s because the answer is different for every individual. The thing is, don’t let loneliness become your default setting, do your best to experience life and contemplate your own interactions.  

#life #lonely #funk #awareness #JustSad 

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