so much is going right

color and light and chicken fingers and friendship, that's really all I need to be happy. why do I overcomplicate it so often and with such zeal? such pizzazz! such goddamned earnestness. I want to let up a little, be a little easier on life. life as far as I can tell is about as lovely as you see it, as willing as you call it, as wonderful as you will it. fine fine, you think I'm a new-age-hippie-freak for speaking in such a way. a blatant disregard for suffering. but no! no that's not it at all! I acknowledge the experience of suffering. what I am speaking about is the tendency (my own) to build a shrine for that pain. to prostrate oneself at daybreak to the god of unholiness. to get down on your knees, hands folded, praising the dark lord of doom and destruction, thanking him for proving to you on this shittiest of days --when this didn't go right and this thing went wrong and this asshole did this-- thanking him for proving you right, that life is hard and humbling shit eating work.

jesus h christ the first, what about all the glory on high? what about sunning your buns in the sun, or taking in a new landscape, or studying the crinkles in your laughing friend's face? what about pizza for pete's sake?! what about the gentle feeling of the breeze on your face as the sun is taking its break from shining on your side of the globe? what about love? that feeling that scares the pants off you (sometimes literally if you're lucky). what about dancing in your underwear in your room and thinking you're about the coolest dude on earth and if only everyone could see you in that moment, you'd be famous, so! fucking! famous! what about all of that?! why can't that be what we talk about when we get together?

why must we talk so much about what's going wrong when clearly SO MUCH IS GOING RIGHT?!

I mean, come on! hummingbirds! mountaintops! baby talk! donut holes! moonwalks! dinosaur bones! the world is so full of so many incredible things we could talk about, and yet here we are, talking about parking tickets, and rude waiters, and ingrown hairs. I declare a new holiday! So Much is Going Right Day. tomorrow, July 12th, talk about all the good and decent things about the day you're lucky enough to spend miraculously experiencing this crazy little show we call being a human being, living on earth, figuring out to the best of your ability what that means to you. happy holidays!