Value

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When I opened the curtains this morning all I could see was a shabby reflection of myself staring back at me. Gone was my clean shaven face and my combed back hair. And what stood before me was a shaggy faced, uncombed haired old man, in an oversized sweatshirt and mixed matched sweatpants. I looked like an aging frat boy dragging his way to an early morning class, looking about as good as I felt. But that pink strip at the bottom of the skyline was finally giving way to a questionable blue/gray skyline. That hadn’t made up its mind yet, rather it was going to be cloudy or sunny.

Feeling like I had something caught in my throat, I cleared the passageway with a grumpy old man cough. But with my gummy vitamins melting in my mouth, I felt like a kid again being rewarded for taking his medicine. Life has a funny way of reminding you of who you are. Rather you’re an office manager, a store clerk, or a Wall Street tycoon. Each day you put your pants on one leg at a time. And rather you finish getting dressed by grabbing a Pop Tart or a fresh baked croissant. Life reflects back to you that same unvarnished image you see every morning.

Last night I dreamed I was back in college again. But this time I was much younger, using friends motorbikes without permission, and attending classes in only my sweats and my socks. My friends barely tolerated me while I borrowed their bikes, stole their food, and smoked their rolls. But at the end of the dream we all still laughed with each other while passing a smoke around on the quad. I’m not sure if any of this means anything to you or not. I guess some things are meant to be taken at face value and no more. But I’m sure it has more to do with how life is the company you keep, than your value on a spreadsheet. 

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