I have been around the block some. In 51 years, you see some shit. You see people die in front of you. You see babies born in front of you. You see car crashes and you have close calls in all kinds of situations. You have loves that you thought were the love of your life and it turns out they came and went and the people that you think that would always be in your life are suddenly not, and the years pass and the person(s) that you thought that you would never get over, hell, you go years and don't even think of them.
Remember that? Your heart all broken and that ache inside tearing you all up and never thinking that your life will ever be the same or that your heart would ever be mended and then time goes on and all is forgotten and you meet someone else and damn, looking back, ain't you glad that all of that ended one day?
And you move from place to place and you meet new people but then you leave them too for another job, and then there are other towns and other places and other friends and some you keep in touch with and some you don't and some you wish would keep in touch with you, but maybe they didn't like you all that much anyway.
And you move along, move and go, go day to day and it all flies by and football games come and go, hundreds of them, season after season and bus ride after bus ride and as the towns and years pass by, you marvel at the world and the way it has changed and you aren't so sure that's the way it all should be or that you even want to be part of it.
It is a fast moving train that you just wanna hop off and go walk in the woods with dog and gun, forever apart from the masses who sit in traffic and think that having a meeting to discuss some bullshit is more important than most everything else.
Let them have it. You go your way, more power to you. Hustle to work and spill your soy latte' and go crazy.
I will go the way of the woods and water and fine folk who hunt and fish and laugh and pat each other on the shoulder at the local bar with plywood floors where the guy with the Bud Light in his hand shares his homemade deer jerky with you and the sign outside on the door that reads no outlaw motorcycle gang colors of any kind allowed. And everyone has knives on their belts and most have open carry permits but nobody gives a shit, everyone there knows that is the way that it should be.
It's okay if nobody else gets it or thinks that you are some Neanderthal because you hunt and fish and find solace in a good workout or a dog looking up at you in the goose blind just waiting for that magic moment of the shot and the gunpowder and the command that you give to the dog to go get the bird. And seeing her little self struggle with the goose and the blood on her nose but she never will give up, never ever, and she makes it to you with the bird and she is so happy and fulfilled.
And that is life to me, there it is; life in a moment, a snapshot of what I believe is pretty much the grandest thing that I could ever imagine.
And seeing that retrieve or feeling the burn of your arms and shoulders while chopping wood or doing sets of twenty in squats makes you feel a certain way, and you feel sorry for those that don't ever get that feeling but you also are sorta glad because you want that feeling all to yourself and only a select few.
Whatever makes you happy, you think.
You are evolved because you know yourself and what satisfies you and makes you happy. You are no longer worried about what people think of you, you just move and laugh and cry and love and hate and do your thing.
Let 'em have it.
