Monday, November 8, 2010

wired

I don’t know about you, but I think I was born wired to not trust the good – waiting for big dog to run across the blanket and destroy a picnic lunch, looking for rain clouds to move in and ruin a long-awaited day at the amusement park, or any other generic pessimist's scenario you can dream up.

Then I grew up and realized what a colossal waste of time that was. I learned to enjoy happy moments as they unfolded, absorbing them like a warm light. Once in a while though, that little girl, who is me, peeks in, taking me back to the day at a playground when my mother asked “Didn’t you like the ride? You didn't smile once.” I answered: “I was just thinking about how sad I’m going to be when it’s over.”

Sheesh. What a morose kid!

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