Sublime Sunday #1
Yeah, so this is the first in what hopefully will become a regular feature on my boring little blog. You should view it as Dot's Poetry Corner for the 21st Century. And if you don't get that reference, tough $h1T... A place to show off the random thoughts that flitter through my mind during long bike rides, or while listening to the best live music you can hope to find in Santa Clara on a normal weekend evening.
My friend Kenny is back from his first adventure (I say first, because I sure hope there is a happy continuation to his saga) in Australia. He went there to be with a girl he met on MySpace. Yeah, somehow these things can work out for the best. During tonight's show, you could tell that he was wishing she could have been there to share in the magic of the triumphant return. Kenny seemed a bit rusty, likely due to the emotions and the fact that he hasn't been in front of an American crowd since August. But the lyrics to his songs, as always, hovered in the air; begging empathy from the audience. I'm sure we could all relate. I know I can...
Yet that got me thinking about what makes people happy in life. Is it the friends you've made along the way? Is it the places you've visited? The simple joy of sitting in the sun in front of a coffee shop reading a good book? Is it the random acts of kindness that are bestowed upon us on a daily basis? Is the smell of roasting coffee luring me into Barefoot Coffee Roasters on a Friday afternoon bike ride? Is it the thought of the wonderful burrito waiting at the end of a really long bike ride?
I'm not even sure that anyone can put a finger on it. Nor should they want to. Life is to be lived, not to be pigeonholed. Life can never truly makes sense: yet in not doing so, it does make some semblance of sense.
Ironically enough, the somber mood I was in during my ride home has given me a new perspective on things that I can actually be thankful for. Life is not about your failures, it is about the successes. The high points in life are what truly matter when you look back on them.
I often think that I was happiest way back in the spring of 1995. But that is most likely just the bitter memories casting a rosy glow on that time in my life. In reality, I was unemployed (except for a brief stint at Great America); and not really heading anywhere in life. Sure, I was in college; but I was studying something that could never have given me true happiness. I would have been fighting the bureaucracy for the better jobs and better pay. And sure, I had a 'girlfriend'; and sure, she is still the standard by which I judge every other woman I meet.
You might say
There was a time
And you might say
There was a place
When I was happy
But I would say
There is a time
And I would say
There is a place
That I am happy
So yeah, if anyone out there knows a nice girl who does logic puzzles religiously, skis double black diamonds and has that razor sharp wit; let me know. That's my standard, and I'm sticking to it...
My friend Kenny is back from his first adventure (I say first, because I sure hope there is a happy continuation to his saga) in Australia. He went there to be with a girl he met on MySpace. Yeah, somehow these things can work out for the best. During tonight's show, you could tell that he was wishing she could have been there to share in the magic of the triumphant return. Kenny seemed a bit rusty, likely due to the emotions and the fact that he hasn't been in front of an American crowd since August. But the lyrics to his songs, as always, hovered in the air; begging empathy from the audience. I'm sure we could all relate. I know I can...
Yet that got me thinking about what makes people happy in life. Is it the friends you've made along the way? Is it the places you've visited? The simple joy of sitting in the sun in front of a coffee shop reading a good book? Is it the random acts of kindness that are bestowed upon us on a daily basis? Is the smell of roasting coffee luring me into Barefoot Coffee Roasters on a Friday afternoon bike ride? Is it the thought of the wonderful burrito waiting at the end of a really long bike ride?
I'm not even sure that anyone can put a finger on it. Nor should they want to. Life is to be lived, not to be pigeonholed. Life can never truly makes sense: yet in not doing so, it does make some semblance of sense.
Ironically enough, the somber mood I was in during my ride home has given me a new perspective on things that I can actually be thankful for. Life is not about your failures, it is about the successes. The high points in life are what truly matter when you look back on them.
I often think that I was happiest way back in the spring of 1995. But that is most likely just the bitter memories casting a rosy glow on that time in my life. In reality, I was unemployed (except for a brief stint at Great America); and not really heading anywhere in life. Sure, I was in college; but I was studying something that could never have given me true happiness. I would have been fighting the bureaucracy for the better jobs and better pay. And sure, I had a 'girlfriend'; and sure, she is still the standard by which I judge every other woman I meet.
You might say
There was a time
And you might say
There was a place
When I was happy
But I would say
There is a time
And I would say
There is a place
That I am happy
So yeah, if anyone out there knows a nice girl who does logic puzzles religiously, skis double black diamonds and has that razor sharp wit; let me know. That's my standard, and I'm sticking to it...
posted by Mike Deitchman at
7:48 AM
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