Landslide

So you're buzzing through your day heading to the grocery store to make magic happen with your last twenty dollars and BAM!  Your favorite song comes on the radio.  You hit the steering wheel in disbelief, check your surroundings, adjust your seat; then sink into the melody as the Lyrics take your hand and walk with you down memory lane.

You began to sing along with all that forgotten passion of your younger years and a tear falls.  You swipe it away as if a mosquito carrying the west nile was nesting in your lashes.  You carry on singing your heart out, eventually letting go of Lyrics' hand to fight back the tears.  But the D.J. comes with a left and a right on the ones and two's forcing you into an ugly cry; asking you to leave the representative you've created for yourself at the door.  He reminds you to sit back and unwind to the days of old.

What happened to that person you used to be?  All those plans; desires?  The one who simply wanted to live happily ever after.  No work, cancer, std's, debt, death or divorce.  What in the world happened?  How did you end up single, with two jobs, addicted, mean, fat, broke and/or depressed with a tumor in remission.  All you wanted was a little piece of that pie that everybody keeps talking about.

As you arrive at the market, you notice a handicapped man getting into his car with fresh greens cascading from his bag and a bottle of wine lying obediently on it's side in his little buggy. You say to yourself, "Poor thing!"  As he whistles along.  You shake your head feeling ridiculous for having lost your composure over something that happened long time ago.  "At least I'm not handicapped." You mumble after putting things in perspective.

Or Are we and don't even know it?

ReInvent,  ReVive & ReJoice

~twannashontay~