why should the act of wrapping two polycarbonate (read: plastic) pens in a brown envelope
and securing them with care and a piece of red tape
when no wrappings were required
be viewed as a new-age-post-sale-customer-retention-luxury-value gimmick?
should we not stretch ourselves beyond the ordinary everyday
to make the seemingly mundane seem less so?
the bright signs and well-lit displays
I might previously have seen as being pointlessly materialistic are now
easily, breathtaking reminders of the beauty of human ingenuity.
we will stop at nothing.
the fact that we can do it,
is reason enough to perform an act
people who blame us for the way that they feel
are the ones who need our help the most
and even though it is so, so difficult
when treated with contempt by said people,
to keep our emotions level
and to not balk, stagger, or cry
and to not let ourselves feel like absolute shit
we really need to try
because that’s the only way
to move humanity forward.
life is a never ending project with ever-expanding scope
always a scuff mark here, peeling paint there
socks that need folding, a too-old sofa set
we can’t ever really start from scratch
we stand on the shoulders of everyone who came before,
always indebted, but never able to fully pay
always moving forward, but never fully in control
there is something interesting and maddening and liberating about planning for something, then relinquishing nearly all control when it comes time for execution
but it’s an art we should probably be thankful to be learning
how rich are our lives going to be, an unfinished project, being articulated as we build over and under each other
it’s okay with me if someone else brings their supplies and joins up wherever, in the middle