30 to 40 Minutes

August 09, 2015

One of my biggest flaws is the amount of time I stay angry at a person. Which isn't much really. It usually lasts between 30 to 40 minutes. Some would say it's merely a flaw.  In 30 to 40 minutes so much or so little can happen: You can watch a whole episode of New Girl, you could mow your front lawn, you could do a quick ab workout, you could wait for a pizza to be delivered, you could get a haircut or manicure, you could read a few chapters or listen to a few tracks. You can do alot or a little. For me, I usually drive around for 30 to 40 minutes - With no particular destination in mind. There's something soothing about driving. Being on the road with a million strangers. I've often wondered where they're going. Why do they drive what they drive? What makes them want all those stickers on their car? Why are they in such a rush? Why are they so damn slow? As of lately, I find myself driving to the cemetery. It's an eerie thing. Being in a place, surrounded by so many sleeping bodies. Some with significant words engraved on their stones, others with just dates and big, bold lettered names. Since my father's death, I've visited the cemetery in this state of anger twice. By the time I get there, I feel extremely foolish. Whatever I was angry at seems quite silly by then. Maybe I just let my emotions get the best of me. I'm certain of that. The point is, and here goes the cliche of it all, life is too short. It really is. So get pissed off and cool off and then make things right. Or else you'll regret it one day and you'll find yourself driving to a cemetery with a mute audience, wondering why you didn't say what you should've said that Friday morning. Let yourself be loved. And be in love with being loved. 

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