It doesn’t take much to get the gears in one’s head turning.
A look. A smell. A touch. Anything.
However, it seems that over time this simple truth has been forgotten, pushed aside in the daily hustle and bustle of life. Sad when you think about it, really. All of the chances people have to stop and experience something, perhaps a once-and-a-lifetime, are merely distant “could’ve been” memories.
Yesterday, during some point in the evening, I found myself listening to Buddy Guy’s latest album. Watching the sunset on Weeks Bay, taking a pull from my chilled glass of Maker’s, I couldn’t help but embrace one of those moments I would’ve most likely dismissed.
“Mama said, ‘Son, some day you’ll learn this lesson: Hard times don’t last, each day is a blessin’.” — Buddy Guy Everybody’s Got to Go
If I had a dollar for all of the times I’ve said, “Today was horrible,” I’d most likely be sitting on a small fortune. I say this regretfully, for I would rather be a poor man whose lips seldomly speak the phrase above.
Unfortunately, this isn’t this case. People always seem to focus on parts of the day, separating the good from the bad, and whichever category is filled more heavily typically dictates how that day will be classified.
It’s a shame.
Well, Mr. Guy, I heard what your mom told you yesterday. Heard it loud and clear. Reminded me about all of the things my brain doesn’t process as often, on an account of them seeming to be so insignificant. When in fact, those are probably the treasures to everyday.
I see ‘em now. I feel ya. Preciate it.