For the love of a good ramble

Life is a crazy place. It’s ridiculously, deliciously nonsensical. We live by an arbitrary set of social rules, scurrying around, like ants, towards a societally determined goal of what is a good life: career, money, children, family. Which isn’t such a bad thing, if you do get there. If you’re lucky on the way to those things you will accidentally stumble upon what life really is. Like when you’re ease dropping on a fascinating conversation about people you don’t know about. It’s headline news in a crowded elevator. That familiar stranger you tip your hat to at the bus stop you visit every morning. That time, when you had too much to drink and you told somebody you really didn’t like their shoes. Yes, also those cheesy cliché moments I refuse to not mention: helping that old lady across the street, catching a whiff off a lilac tree on a warm spring win, those late summer evenings quietly sucking on a popsicle while the sun sets. And god yes, walking in the rain. They’re clichés for a reason. But there is so much more: that time you seriously considered crying when you realized that you set the VCR wrong and you are now missing the second part of a vitally important cliffhanger. That time, you shrunk your favorite sweater, that time the cashier gave you the wrong change - she ended up paying you. That time you partook in a giant sing-along in a shady bar, the time you where you had to shovel out your car from under 20 feet of snow one morning the day of a test where you are already late for. These unimportant, non-essential moments are those that matter. Those moments are unbiased, impartial life moments. They just happen to you, at you, for you. That’s life, it happens. So take it by the balls.