That’s what I do. Sound sleep. Wake up. Use the bathroom. Lay here and think. If I’m home, I may read for a while. A book. Or a comic book. The Walking Dead, of course.
I find myself thinking about stuff, these days. Lots and lots of stuff: The NBA. The NFL. My personal life. Where I am. Where I would like to be. The future. Sometimes, the past. If I am in Arizona, I may swing by storage and take a look at my past. I’ll think about day I just had. But I’ll focus more on the day I have ahead, more times than not. In fact, these days, I’ll be focused to the point that I am dwelling on the upcoming day(s) to the point where I’m obsessing. And that obsession is what brings on the stress, followed closely by panic.
The other day, as many of my twitter followers witnessed, the news got me down to the point where I was distressed. Hurt. Deeply. Sad. It was a very bad news day that had me thinking “Now I know why people kill themselves.” I would NEVER do that, but I get it. The world becomes a place that you don’t feel like you belong. It may be the pain of feeling like you just want to check out. For good. The ole “dirt nap.” Kind of speeding up the inevitable. Father Time is coming for us all. His arms are moving with blinding speed. Eyes with that stare. Focused. His music playing, wearing that white robe of his over his wrinkled, frail looking body. Long white beard flowing and he snarls. Music BLASTING through the whole spectacle: “I’m gonna knock you out/HUH/Mama said KNOCK YOU OUT/HUH!!!” LMAO!!!!! He’s a boxer like no other.
He’s long, lanky, old, looks kinda like he might wanna spend some time in the gym. But, he’s like 1,000,000,000,000,000 years old and he’s still here. And he has gone toe-to-toe with every single living person. He’s stepped into the ring with every single person who has ever lived. He’s went round for round, fought pound for pound with all of the greats and has taken every. single. one of them. out. Some in the early rounds. Others in epic bouts that seem to last forever. Bobbing. Weaving. Swinging. We can make it look good. We can fight the good flight. We can even put him on the ropes. Knock him on his ass a few times. (Think: “My fight with cancer.”) He is doooooooooooooowwwwwn for the count. But, eventually? He leaps up. Takes a swing reminiscent of a slow motion punch from The Fight Club or Rocky or Snatch or Raging Bull and…we’re out. Cold. For good. Night Night. Larry Holmes’ lullaby time as he bounces on the ropes, snoring. But, wait…
No pulse. No breath. No heartbeat. We’re gone.
And Father Time is again, swinging as he looks out into the audience. He’s looking for his next victim. He’s got the juice. And that means ALL of the power. He’s lookin’ good. His shit is timeless and he’s forever undefeated. And will remain that way. For as long as there is life on this planet. Father Time will REMAIN undefeated. Amen.
But while we are here, the majority of us wish to flight the good flight. Make the MOST of what we’ve been given. If we have nothing, many of us create. We make something out of nothing. We learn. We love. We strive for greatness. To be great. To be happy. To spread the love, many getting it back in ways they never knew. Going places that they never thought they’d go. Doing things that seemed implausible or even impossible. In ways that are good and others that are bad. Bad people achieve notoriety other ways. Some people study medicine and give people new leases on life. Extensions. Like the one mentioned a couple of paragraphs back. Other people buy assault rifles and take people’s lives before they are ready to go, in acts of pure evil. Taking life away. Snuffing life out like us smokers do a cigarette when we realize that we’ve been out in the alley for much too long. Drop it. Under our heel. Gone. No more.
This has turned into quite the ramble. I’m obsessing again but not really focused. Never mind me. I’m just thinking. Maybe I’m OVER thinking.
In closing, I just want to say “Have a good day. Be well. Fight the good fight. Be the best you that you can be. Regardless of where you are and no matter what you do, keep reaching. Keep running. Keep your head up and always keep your eye on the ball.”
Good night, all.
And thank you.