When reflecting upon the days sitting in composition classes I hear the echos of my educators' voices saying," Do not give your writing a title until you have finished your composition." A title emerges from the words within. With that I question whether life or our condition earns a title out of haste? Do we have a tendency to place a label on the present tense, (based on recent events), that inevitably decide our future?
As I walk this path of life I see the current mood, demeanor, a recent interpersonal interaction, or almost anything under the sun places a title on our outlook. It is impossible to say that we are immune to our environment. As children some of us have the distant memories of an old childhood defense mechanism used in America, (I am rubber and you are glue). It indicated that hurtful words or actions would bounce off of us and eventually stick to the instigator. What happened to that easy way of letting what brings us sorrow roll off of our backs? I know that when I was little I had quite a bit of toil when it came to being as elastic as I would have liked; but I do not recall holding a grudge. It hurt when someone put a label on me, but like a goldfish I would forget about it and be interested in joining the other kids in a game of soccer during recess.
Bang! A shot goes off in a bright setting and the screen fades black. That is the image of a hiccup that can ruin a day, week, or give us a preconceived notion that everything is not going to be moderately tolerable.
I must admit I fell victim of my own circumstance last week when I was pulled over on my commute to work. I was going less than 5mph/8kph over the speed limit about 500ft/152m after passing the posted sign indicating a new speed zone. The officer pulled me over after running my plates; and with the appearance and type of my vehicle he saw that I was a rather young to be driving such a car. After running my plates he threw on his lights indicating I was his intended target. A warning was given for the speed and a ticket was issued for my window tinting being too dark for the the state's laws. I explained I purchased the vehicle as is from the neighboring state, which has different laws, but this was no excuse. The officer said that he was being nice and could have cited me for another ticket for the dealership putting license plate brackets on the vehicle that covered part of the plate.
The point of all of that was I let it paint a label across my day. I let it put a title on my mood and how I viewed the time until its close. Now that I look back upon it I cannot relive those hours, minutes, or seconds that I wasted with fury. However, I can learn from a bad experience and just flow with it. Life is too short of a journey to let a title stick to you for any length of time if it is nothing short of an adjective for bliss. Eat well, drink well, love well, think well, and you shall live well. Regret nothing and focus on the now. We can never get yesterday back so why not make today the best? As for now I am just calling it life and I will whisper a title to my loved ones with my last breath, until then now is all that matters.
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