Musings on a Day

Life is Fine
by Langston Hughes

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

Yesterday was one of those days...

You know the day. The one where nothing can go right and the gods seemed to have picked you as the target of the day for ridicule and merriment. Yep, I know that my life probably isn't nearly as horrible as the worst day of the guy who has it worst, but all things are relative, right? Yesterday was not my personal worst, but it was a day where I just wanted to go home and not see another living soul. I know, I'm evil. I shouldn't want to be like that, right? You know what I think though? Well, if you're reading this, I assume you at least wonder what's inside my deranged thought box, so what I'm thinking about this is that all people everywhere have, at the very least, small glimpses of insanity. Most of us on this planet quickly recover from these, but a select few of us tend to fall prey to the small glimpses and those spurts prolong themselves to minutes and hours and longer if we are not careful to inoculate ourselves to them or if they are simply allowed to grow. And as Stephen King has noted, some of us are just able to hide that insanity better than others.

So, that was a fine example of one of those bits of insanity, or tangents if you should so label them. Anyway, I know that my world will go on, and yesterday will pass as all other bad days have. Besides, today is a great day, and no day will be so bad that I can't keep on living. Life is good, the sun is shining, it's cool outside, the leaves are changing colors, and I'm going camping. Everything will be alright. Even the co-worker throwing toilet paper at my back repeatedly...no, not even he can deter my enjoyment of the day. May the gods and saints preserve us, and for the wonderful wife:

May you all enjoy your "chubby cuppy cakes!"