What I Live For − 7 December, 2007
I live for that small, half mouthed smile that creeps up on an unwilling mouth when I say something funny. It's a victory for me, and immensely satisfying after I've put myself out on the line to see if I could make it happen.
I live for that one little kid that will actually talk to you, that becomes eager at the prospect of knowing you. You know they will become someone of powerful personality, and watching them is like watching a redwood bud poking its head from the soil.
I live for the cashier that doesn't see you as just another wallet carrying mouth, but as a hungry person in need of conversation as well as food. It gives me faith that this country won't be reduced to a faceless system of handing over money for unneeded products.
I live for that table of people that tip out of sheer enjoyment of services, and not out of listless obligation. When they hand you that money, you know they're happy for you to have it, and lament not the fact they're parting with it.
What do you live for?
I live for that one little kid that will actually talk to you, that becomes eager at the prospect of knowing you. You know they will become someone of powerful personality, and watching them is like watching a redwood bud poking its head from the soil.
I live for the cashier that doesn't see you as just another wallet carrying mouth, but as a hungry person in need of conversation as well as food. It gives me faith that this country won't be reduced to a faceless system of handing over money for unneeded products.
I live for that table of people that tip out of sheer enjoyment of services, and not out of listless obligation. When they hand you that money, you know they're happy for you to have it, and lament not the fact they're parting with it.
What do you live for?
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Comments:
intrepideddie (December 7, 2007. 01:28pm)
I live for carrying my sleeping son up to his room after he fell asleep playing with his cars. I live for the big toothless smile I get when I pick up my daughter from her crib every morning. I live for the pounding of little feet, the big smile, the huge hug, and the shouts of "Daddy's home!" when I get home from work. And I live for my wife, who thinks I'm funny when I'm not, loves me despite my countless faults, and thinks I'm the biggest stud that walks the face of the earth. (Poor, misguided woman.) -- By the way, great post, Josh! Thanks!
Oblivious (December 8, 2007. 01:34am)
That is awesome, and truly something to be envious of.
And also, thank you.
edunn (December 8, 2007. 11:57pm)
Josh you did it again! Thank you. Isn't it interesting that when we reduce down what is truly important to us and makes things worthwhile...it is usually the simple things, Things not bought, or invented, or genetically modified.
Oblivious (December 9, 2007. 03:21am)
Thank you, Emily. Over the years I've come to the conclusion that there are a thousand seemingly insignificant things every day that we overlook that shape us in a million different ways, and I try to slow down and appreciate them. It's very rewarding at the end of the day.