It was correct, it was right, i could see clearly in the dark. My judgment and instinct concurred with what i was feeling in the spur of the moment, just like in my past. I felt like I had nothing to lose and everything to give, tout et al!
What does one do when in a situation like this? Like a child, should he just reach out and grab it or is there room for contemplation or even permission? A second thought maybe? Bah! Second thoughts are second grade. I believe in the moment and believing in the very instant when it matters most.
I thought i could live forever on my own, it seemed that it was all better when i was alone. I suddenly felt a void, a sense of emptiness. I was a lonely dreamer, a non-believer. Now it figures that living in the moment is what matters the most. I suddenly thought of every friend that was getting old, i guess i must be too! without them, i don't know what I'd do. I'd hang out with them at the beach and see the wine bottle empty and the money all spent, and the memory of that instant sticks on forever. I guess we are all a cross between our parents and some carefree hippies at some point, which gives me my individuality. These moments i feel are impulsive calls from the wild, screeching into your soul, impending and influencing you for a better moment. This is when you throw your 'to do' list into the closest bin and just go with the flow!
When it hits you, it hits you like a storm and calms you down like staring into a child's eyes. Its 'now' that is to savor more than anything else. moments inspire and show you the mirror when you least expect it. it catches you unaware, in your true self and that's how I die to live in the moment, the spur of the moment.
Sunday, 18 April 2010
Monday, 9 February 2009
The Candy Store
I went to a colorful store today. I stood there at the counter like a child in front of an array, a collage of sweets, candies and goodies. My eyes lit up as soon as I saw the wall full of different colors, from different parts of the world! It was a feeling that i was never going to forget. A feeling of delight, euphoria, impulse and to a great degree, intense sense of want.
I had a just gone through a great, cumbersome day at work. It had been a 15 hour day, with my boss riding my ass like a cowboy's boot-gears on a horse's belly. There had been accounting, inventory, setup, paperwork and a ton of SOPs!! Do not get me wrong, i love my job, i would not be doing anything better than what i am doing now, trust me you, for where i am now, it would take at least 5 fools like me without luck to get to!
People entered and exited the store all evening, but i stood there staring, reeling and contemplating on what i wanted. In the beginning, i went for something that i already knew about, something i had seen back home, it was bright green, colorful label et al! Then on second thought, i saw the contemporary, newcomer in the market, it was bright red, artistic writing on the label, very bold and made me want to grab it off the shelf in an impulse. It was Maslow at work here, I had needs, I had wants and my mind was fulfilling them at the store. The most intriguing part was that my mind could not make up what to go with: the need or the want?
There needed to be an expert with experience with blokes like me; to help me decide what i wanted. I started a conversation with the store manager. He was intense, full of passion for his product. I was walked through the collection of options that i had. There was the classic Indian that i had picked earlier, which was supposed to be generic, standard and fulfilling; and then moved to the contemporary American with the red label., all known for it being popular, light, 'low fat' American style! The one from Germany seemed to be outstanding, it had a docile look but held great respect in the expert's regard. Australians, i have noticed, make their way into any situation they want to. The Swiss, for gods sake! I never knew was so famous in the USA! The manger kept ranting about it until i cut him off with a question about the Dutch. The Dutch were precise about their produce, they had made a good imprint on the store's mind, the manager''s rather.
All the way down, in the bottom corner, there was a black, unattractive produce, unclear of what it was trying to say. i looked alone, away from the crowd. That is exactly how i felt after a hard day and an unappreciative boss! So i inquired about the black one in the corner. The manager said, "Oh! no one buys them any more!"..."except for a few ol'geezers". I felt embarrassed for a second or two, thinking, a young lad like me is inclining towards that?! But nevertheless, as always, i spoke my mind: i had to go by the black product in the bottom corner. It cost me a good 10.9! "It'd better be good", i said to my self. To this, the storekeeper just shrugged: not a good sign.
I reached home and had my 6-pack of guinness, glass after glass. It was an instant favorite, would you like one? Meet me at my candy store..I'll walk you through the colorful wall!
I had a just gone through a great, cumbersome day at work. It had been a 15 hour day, with my boss riding my ass like a cowboy's boot-gears on a horse's belly. There had been accounting, inventory, setup, paperwork and a ton of SOPs!! Do not get me wrong, i love my job, i would not be doing anything better than what i am doing now, trust me you, for where i am now, it would take at least 5 fools like me without luck to get to!
People entered and exited the store all evening, but i stood there staring, reeling and contemplating on what i wanted. In the beginning, i went for something that i already knew about, something i had seen back home, it was bright green, colorful label et al! Then on second thought, i saw the contemporary, newcomer in the market, it was bright red, artistic writing on the label, very bold and made me want to grab it off the shelf in an impulse. It was Maslow at work here, I had needs, I had wants and my mind was fulfilling them at the store. The most intriguing part was that my mind could not make up what to go with: the need or the want?
There needed to be an expert with experience with blokes like me; to help me decide what i wanted. I started a conversation with the store manager. He was intense, full of passion for his product. I was walked through the collection of options that i had. There was the classic Indian that i had picked earlier, which was supposed to be generic, standard and fulfilling; and then moved to the contemporary American with the red label., all known for it being popular, light, 'low fat' American style! The one from Germany seemed to be outstanding, it had a docile look but held great respect in the expert's regard. Australians, i have noticed, make their way into any situation they want to. The Swiss, for gods sake! I never knew was so famous in the USA! The manger kept ranting about it until i cut him off with a question about the Dutch. The Dutch were precise about their produce, they had made a good imprint on the store's mind, the manager''s rather.
All the way down, in the bottom corner, there was a black, unattractive produce, unclear of what it was trying to say. i looked alone, away from the crowd. That is exactly how i felt after a hard day and an unappreciative boss! So i inquired about the black one in the corner. The manager said, "Oh! no one buys them any more!"..."except for a few ol'geezers". I felt embarrassed for a second or two, thinking, a young lad like me is inclining towards that?! But nevertheless, as always, i spoke my mind: i had to go by the black product in the bottom corner. It cost me a good 10.9! "It'd better be good", i said to my self. To this, the storekeeper just shrugged: not a good sign.
I reached home and had my 6-pack of guinness, glass after glass. It was an instant favorite, would you like one? Meet me at my candy store..I'll walk you through the colorful wall!
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