|
Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down,
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
Remember your first day of school. The night before, you take a shower and wash the summer out of your hair. Down the drain goes the sand wedged behind your ears, you scrub your soles to prep for white socks to package your feet, and for the first time in months, your clothes appear laid out by some alien means. Chronologic ambivalence wears off and once more it matters what day of the week it is and what time you go to bed. That salty siren of an alarm clock reappeared, hijacking a socket from the nightlight you used to read comics till all hours of the night. The windows that have stood open for a whole season to exhaust out accumulated heat in the second story of your brick-oven-of-a-house suddenly reverse flow, inhaling a gently, chilly breath that signals parents to invade your room and hike up the afghan sleeping like at old hound at the foot of your bed, the one your grandmother had sewn for you while she watched Price is Right. Everything is almost the same but the way we felt it is very different.
Of all years, this year is even different still. We must mesh an ideal growing environment with an ideal living environment. We are operating in what some say are sub-optimal conditions with a virus running amuck, tossing money wrenches at our once proud educational process like a goblin in an engine compartment. But in fact, what some view as a flawed situation is a disillusion charged by a fear of change dancing provocatively with a deviation from predictions. “Ideal” is a synonym many mistake for what we have grown comfortable with as a norm. Let us not fear the unknown for love is of unknown origins, almost all beautiful things were once considered ugly and anomalies yield marvelous environments for creativity and resiliency.
With everything upside down, cherish the chance to look at everything differently. Reinvent a new normal that jives with your soul rather than the “inform, uniform, conform” cookie cutter system we have the luxury of not operating under this year. All bets are off, there is a little chaos in the air and to me it smells like opportunity.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror,
If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Bel Air'
-Jack
|
