As I sit at my desk with the utmost
intention on being productive, I find this to be a daunting task. This just seems like one of these days that
nothing could go right. I keep asking
myself what is wrong with the world today that causes us to daydream of
tropical beaches and salty air? Why is
everyday a mad rush to get everything done, I mean come on, what’s the hurry? Why can't we just slow things down and enjoy
the little bit of time we have here?
I can't possibly have the answers to these questions; however, I can
dream of my youth. During my youth I felt
like the whole world was against me, but when I look back, I see a different
picture. The picture I paint of my youth
is one of freedom, but I was too dumb to realize this freedom. Hell, I thought I was in a prison back
then. When I finally get around to
retirement, will I look back on this time as the best days of my life, or are
the best days still ahead?
In the meantime, I have daydreams to visualize my escape of warm
sunshine, salty air, white sand, and clear blue water. Maybe I should grab a bite of some smoky jerk
chicken and a nice tropical rum punch to wash it down. Maybe I should get back to work and learn to
enjoy life. In the famous words of Alan
Jackson, "I can't help but wonder, what would Jimmy Buffett do? I say pour me something tall and strong, Make
it a hurricane before I go insane!" Who is going with me?
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