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Strawberry Toast to the New Year
2005-01-10 @ 4:52 p.m. Theme for the year, for life: Strawberry picking Theme Song: The Beatles, Strawberry Fields Forever I�ve never been a fan of New Year�s Resolution�s and instead just been marinating on life for a while now. I got promoted on my first day back from break. That was great, I actually got the call from my new VP during the holidays, and I couldn�t ask for a better new year�s gift as I�ve busted my ass for a while now. It was a proud moment when they announced it. With my brother�s promotion as well and my other brother finally graduating in the spring, this year is looking on the up and up! I am thankful for my blessings and try my best to show thanks in some form on a daily basis. I had a great Holiday break with some great family bonding. I love family, they are each person�s greatest asset. In addition, with Meta�s help, my mother�s bathroom sink is finally fabulously finished and functional! Such an accomplishment. I�ve seen my friends pull together in some of the toughest times; an honest reflection of another�s capacity to care. And bygeorge went ahead and plucked her own juicy strawberry and savored every moment in a random voyage across the Atlantic; a move I would do, so proud I am. But, I digress, on to the more important�the explanation of the strawberries. They say that what you don�t know can�t hurt you. But, as I�ve seen with some of my closest friends recently it is the exact opposite. The unknown terrifies them and is directly fogging their mirror of self-reflection on a daily basis. It�s a heartbreaking thing to see how such a strong person can be broken down into a shell for reasons they don�t know but for the simple reason being because they don�t know. The combination of this with a devastatingly miraculous accident my friend was involved in this weekend, an accident I could�ve been in had I not changed plans continuously, and an old friend being unknowingly shipped to war at the last minute without proper training has shifted my view on things a bit. This old friend, BB, reminded me of the Strawberry Buddhist story this weekend that concludes in the moral of �don�t run from your past, don�t chase your future, savor the present.� In the story the �present� is represented by a strawberry, and let me tell you my friends, pluck that strawberry and every other one that appears in times especially of self-doubt. Without any malicious intent, just treat yourself. Innocently run through those fields of strawberries, and pick each one that appeals, some may end up sour, but that�s just cause to pluck another. These are the moments in life you remember. These are the ones that write your story. I�ve never been a fan of making plans, but now even more so. People come and go from you life for reasons, lives are spared for a reason, shit happens, but so do fabulous opportunities that if we were to restrict ourselves due to some sort of overhanging societal no-no�s, you in turn are letting the enjoyment of life pass you by. I end with the theme song�s lyrics: Let me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields Living is easy with eyes closed No one I think is in my tree Always, no sometimes, think it's me [Cranberry sauce...] |
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