The clock started.
The ticking is all I can think about for the initial few moments. My brain is cognizant of the task at hand, but where do you begin? You invest all of your time, all of the passion, all of the focus that you can spare; And these efforts that shall consume your being for the foreseeable future, they all hinge on this moment.
Instead of focusing on my goal, I think back to all of the excitement I felt knowing it approached on the horizon. The days got shorter but as that warm air kept me comfortable, I sat in silence knowing that the sun setting early and the air cooling down meant I had something to look forward to.
People talk about love, but rarely is it ever conveyed in a manner that it should be. Love is not a desire or a title… It’s a vehicle to enlightenment. Love is weird, when you find it it’s like the most obvious and clear path just opens up right in front of you. There are sticks in the path and forbidden fruit lining your way, but like the yellow brick road, love makes it easy to see the path when you’re looking.
The job is pretty simple- Give more than you take.
I know I’m not alone in this love I have in my heart. I can always count on things being ok. Some weeks are harder than others, but this passion allows you to move on. Sometimes as quick as three days later.
Sometimes I catch myself day dreaming about the beauty and grace that evades my eyes for months at a time. The movement is so smooth, but it’s so powerful. Strength and control that the normal human cannot manage. The thought of it makes me flutter a little.
But as I sit there day dreaming about my life and how soon I will be reunited with my love, my friend clearly says to me with a mouthful of pizza. “Hey dick face, it’s your pick.”
I look at my fantasy sheet and choose Chris Johnson with confidence… Knowing that although it might be hard times, we’ll get through it.
Thank God football season is here.
-Cole
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