March 25, 2007 - Something for the soul
I spent some time in Indianapolis this week on business and revived a 4 year absence of getting completely trashed with strangers and throwing up in a bar. Really as fantastic as that was there is more to this story then the adolescence of adulthood.
Upon ending my trip and catching a flight out of back home I sat in the airport, awaiting confirmation of a seat on the plane, realizing how mistaken the mind and soul can often be. Your no more aware to the results of an experience then you are then when you arrive at the ending or a seldom known point to recognize such a transition in your path.
If that didn't confuse you, well stick around. I'll start from somewhere you can follow. As I was sitting in my seat I had just finished a 5 minute thrashing with some French toast at airport cafe. My concern while giving the works to this said meal was that I might miss the proper boarding call for stand-by passengers while awaiting and consuming the food.
All was fine in the end, I finished my meal in a manor uncommon to my eating habits and was sitting contently with my proper boarding pass roughly 10 minutes later. Everything had worked out. It could have been the lack of sleep or just wondering thoughts however I found myself rethinking the sequence of events that had bought me to that point. What I was giving in the end was an almost eerie oneness with life and the surrounding environment.
To start earlier that morning; I got back to the hotel in the early AM and realized I would have to get a cab 2 hours later in order to catch a flight. After sleeping for the couple hours I had I anxiously awaited a cab after having to call them back. Forty minutes later I was in the cab and headed to the airport. The time between arriving at the airport and my quick inhaling of French toast is not really important.
What I was left contemplating was a seemingly seamless sequence of events that had transpired. After getting out of the cab every event following seemed to flow like it was methodically organized. The timing seemed flawless in every instance and I couldn't have asked things to work out better. The discomfort of missing the boarding call while eating seemed a joke. My worry of obtaining a seat, being on standby was humorous.
It would seem that most everyone has a moment or two like this in life, although reflecting on it really has the greater impact. If it wasn't for experiences as such this, everything else would seem to make every other moment in life more pointless.
-Hap
"Don't count your minutes until you've known the reason for counting your minutes."
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