Okay, gang. You had better sit down because I have an announcement that could change life as we know it. Are you ready? This crazy, ridiculously fickle blogger had an uneventful week. Yes. Really! Uneventful. I know – it is shocking.
This morning, I was awakened by the theme song from the Broadway musical Rent, “Seasons of Love,” which asks, “Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure, measure a year?”
Poetically, it continues “In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.” And finishes with “Measure your life in love.”
Whew. Profound, huh? I have heard that song thousands of times yet this morning it struck a chord in my head that echoes softly in my heart.
Life is just a bitch, right? It is a struggle. And sometimes that struggle is unbearable; other times it is energizing. But when I think about the inevitability of it all I am sad that we become wise to its lessons so late in the blink of an eye we call our existence.
So, like the weirdo nerd that I am, every single song this morning is slapping me silly. I think I relate to every composer and lyricist on the planet that has captured the human condition through music. They are poets that make my heart pound, and my tears fall. What I wouldn’t give for that talent.
As I listen to formidable ballads like “On My Own” (Les Misérables), “She Used to Be Mine” (Waitress), “Defying Gravity” (Wicked), and “Waving Through a Window” (Dear Evan Hanson) I ponder how my week could have been uneventful. Since when is any aspect of life uneventful?
Maybe it was because I was an idiot the week before. I tackled impossible tasks like a naïve youngster. And since recovery from stupidity takes a lot longer these days, my brain graciously went on hiatus as well. It was cleansing and confusing all at the same time.
Rest assured, however, my command of the rules of common sense will falter again soon. My adventures as a bumbling dimwit will no doubt blossom as sure as tulips in spring. Something will itch my curiosity and I’ll scratch it with blind ambition.
I have noticed that my awnings need to be refreshed. I wonder…Can I do that myself? Does anyone have a 10-foot ladder and a belt sander I can borrow? Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
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