When Mami told me she was keeping a notebook full of her favorite memories I asked myself, “She writes?” Never in my 22 years of life have I seen Mami write anything other than the occasional phone number on the wall calendar or her name where indicated on important forms. I’ve seen her shaky handwriting. She scribes as though she lacks confidence in her penmanship. Her lettering takes up at least three lines and her capital L’s squiggle out of formation. Perhaps if Mami would have been allowed to go to school her L’s would exhibit a smoother interface. Continue reading
As I sit here, surrounded by faces I’ve never seen, I can’t help but think about the following:
1. We all believe we are God’s gift to humanity.
Even if you are an atheist like myself. We are special. We are unique. You will never meet anyone like me. But, what makes you so special? What distinguishes you from the billions of people that populate this world? What is your unparalleled contribution? What makes you so popping? What’s your mark?Lately my state of mind has been, in the words of the great Nicki Minaj, “you’re a lucky [man] if my mean ass likes ya.”
2. Life happens very fast.
No matter how in control you may be of your surroundings, series of events can transpire that will catch you off guard and make you feel powerless. If the unaccounted for is met with grace, you will become a better person. How we react to phenomena defines us.
3. Did you lose something?
It seems as though everyone here is looking for something. Did you have it already? Did you let it go? Are you looking for something you’ve never attained? Do you think you will find it here? Is it me? Are we supposed to meet? Are you here for just a drink? My french fries are delicious, would you like to try them?