I’m thinking on the humdrum of it all…
There’s a song that blew my socks off a few years ago; where suddenly the world contracted into a small butterball in my hand.
The stark realization that we’re all connected, in some way or another.
The song is Everybody’s Free to Wear Sunscreen.
A music video by Baz Luhrmann, one of my all-time filmmaker heroes.
The lyrics are taken from a famous essay — written by Mary Schmich, my yoga teacher and a columnist for the Chicago Tribune.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind
the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
I would sign-in Mary’s yoga class every Sunday morning.
A smart woman, conservative and super intriguing. Not wanting or needing of anything. She couldn’t care less about me, in a good way. I didn’t know her but goddamn I respected her.
Baz. Mary. Yoga, Chicago. A song that hits home.
Butterball in the hand.
The song is a wake-up call;
A, pull up your socks and start living Now song.
A, “enough with your excuses,” type of song.
A, THIS IS IT song.
And yet here we are.
The fragility of life like the delicateness of a butterfly’s wings; grip too hard and suddenly it turns to ash, all of it.
We all have the spidey-senses.
Come on, we’re not dumb.
We know the truth of the matter: one day we’re here, one day we’re not.
Like the song says, it blindsides us on an idle Tuesday.
So why do we take this all for granted?
How does a typical Tuesday become, well, typical?
Why aren’t we living each moment like it’s our last?
Our last breakfast
Our last sunrise
Our last hug/kiss/touch/eyes on eyes.
Our last breath?
Truth is, we forget. I pray it crosses my mind today.