7:15 On A Saturday Morning

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7:15 On A Saturday Morning

Postby Dionysus » Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:15 am

It’s 7:15 on a Saturday morning in early spring, I’m on my way to work and there are precious few other people on the road.
The thought occurs to me that I have done something wrong with my life. The thought also occurs to me that there are a lot of people who wish they had work to go to, but that does not comfort me.
I stop into Dunkin’ Donuts and there are only two customers in the store. The convenience is nice but the vibe is not right.
Back roads take me past houses where people are sleeping, or drinking coffee and reading the paper. Cars are in driveways and nobody is out in the yard.
I pull into a soul-less parking lot in between Lowes and an Oriental restaurant that nobody ever goes into. Shut off the engine and wait, because if the store alarm is activated even one minute before authorized, a reprimand will be filed in my permanent record.
I wonder how my life has come to this and worry it’s too late for escape.
And then I hear the birds. Chirping. I focus on the sound and forget about everything else.
It is one moment of pleasure. It is also hope.
The sound is soothing and makes me think how cool it must be to live as a bird.
I brush up against hope carefully and allow my mind to imagine a different life.
We can never know about tomorrow.
Still we have to choose which way to go.

He not busy being born is busy dying.

Speak these words when I die: "Either hell just got more cheerful or heaven got more fun."

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