It’s 11pm on a work night
and there is a little girl playing harmonica
in the grocery store.
As I am examining the avocados
the child triumphantly stomps up and down
in her feety pajamas
playing her music with Mozart-esque enthusiasm.
I have a coupon for forty cents off whole wheat spaghetti
and remembered to buy more dental floss
(even though I haven’t run out just yet),
but there is something in the harmonica serenade
that suggests I am only the second most prepared person the produce section tonight.
I want to grow up to be that child.
You don’t make a decision to run a marathon;
you make thousands
to run one more step.
And One Giant Leap For Mankind
was really a million steps
taken by a boy who loved the sky
enough to walk to the moon.
The times when you stumble
don’t matter as much
as the times you don’t.
The best worst years of my life
were drinking in Oklahoma.
My first hangover
had an endless string of siblings,
and when I feel like being honest
I admit that
I learned more from them
than my college degree,
which was also causing me headaches
during that era.
Some men need masters
and some of us must master ourselves.
I envy the junkies
and the addicts
and everyone else who has the specific comfort
of knowing precisely how they are destroying themselves.
The tragedy and the beauty of life is
it’s rarely the regret you expect to feel
that you actually will.
You are only given two lives;
the best one begins
when you realize it’s the only one.
Everyone you ever meet