Almost, I hold this theory: jumble sunshine, sky, a string or brass section into any song and it’ll worm it’s way into my heart. End of 2012 and this song comes to mind, maybe because it’s both hopeful and bittersweet. By personal definition, the perfect metaphor for 2012.
All those simple thoughts all those peaceful dreams,
Share the space with a hard worked, hard worked day
But it’s the little things, the little things not expectation
That make life worth living, worth living.
One time, walking to the apartment, I caught a glimpse of a man. Skin leathery and dark from exposure, knees folded in front of his gaunt frame, he held a papaya to his face. Gnawing into yellowing flesh, perfect contrast against his complexion, he looked to be a feral creature escaped from some dark recess. Only, he wasn’t, he was humanity reduced to the level of survival.
Etched into my mind, the way his body folded up and that fruit in his hand. Biting into it, he must have starved for days. That man plants my feet on the ground, little moments can fuel the greatest chapters of life. I know that there is little soul or profundity in excess, that alone, places my security on mountains. And I’m thankful, there is profound joy, one that isn’t swayed.