Sometimes even the greatest oak will break and fracture. All we see is the grand tree as it is now – not the breaking and tearing it took to grow that big and beautiful.
It’s a little after 6 on a Sunday morning and I just finished watching some random B movie. The acting left something to be desired, then again it was almost a more “real” sense of the word than the OVER actors. It was cute and quirky, had great B-roll (those are the random images blended between actual scenes and whatnot).
All too often, living in a city bombarded with transients I see a plethora of fashion do’s and fashion please-for-the-sake-of-my-eyes don’t(s). Granted I’m no fashion icon in the slightest but something in me resonates the style and class of yesteryear. Growing up with an old fashioned father I heard all of the stories of “back in my day” and “in a better time” which made my young mind reel with an adoration for America in the Golden years. (For those of you that don’t know exactly when that was, its circa 1950′s)
So, it’s 3:17 am and I’m watching a program about natural disasters, thinking about how they cause people to get displaced. As if that wasn’t enough, the commercials airing on this program are those with the old bearded man asking you to send money to some third world country to help some random sad-eyed child eat (which is noble and altruistic).
Remember when you were a kid growing up and that one person at school always had the BEST toys and the BEST clothes and BEST hair and the BEST A-Team Lunch box? (My Little Pony for your girls out there) and all you could think was “I bet he/she has it so easy” or “if only I could be so lucky, I’d surely appreciate it more than they do.”