I helped a man today who needed me to close his wife's accounts, as she had died just last week. He gave me a little pile of her things to discard including her debit card and it just made me sad when I looked at it.

I see the signature on her card, this is her, her hand, her fingers and her life wrote this, the black ink, it seems so insignificant, but what I see on the back of this card is her. The way she swooped the top of her B, to the thick period after her middle initial, all the details and experiences of her life and to me it’s all boiled down to her signature on the back of her debit card . . . .and now I’m supposed to shred this, a piece of her life thrown to the garbage. I have to cut it across the strip first, and it pains me to do it, it’s like putting her deeper in the ground and then throwing away proof that she existed. I just cut it and put it in the bin for shredding. I just ended the only relationship I’ll ever have with this person, her signature on this debit card and me seeing it and thinking of her, not much of a relationship. For a moment though I’m struck by how precious every life is, and how important it is to cherish everyone, not just family and friends, but people you encounter on a day to day basis. It sounds so cliché, but it’s the truth. I’ve never met this person, but I feel like I’ve somehow missed out by only learning of her through her death.

For realz . . .?

What's the rush, really tell me the truth, why must you speed everywhere? Is it because you're in a life and death emergency situation, and you have to run that red light, make an illegal u-turn, cut me off and just drive like a pompous ass? Well because of your obvious emergency I understand, I empathize, I even hope for your sake you make it there on time. . . wait . .wait. . All that and I just witnessed you pulling in the the Jack in the Box drive thru. My god, it must be one of those gut wrenching, out of this world emergency hungers, and you just can't live, let alone take another breath without your J in the B taco shit.

Hold on, my life just changed, now I'm contemplating the world your live in and the world I live in and how they are connected to each other, and I cry a little inside knowing my path crossed with yours. At one time we may have even shared the same oxygen, what a shame. Then I remember, you're not the only one and at some point I'm that one too. Why can't we all just slow the f*** down, take a deep breath and enjoy the moment for the moment we are in. Try and live in the present tense, instead of risking our lives and others to make things move a little more quickly. Doesn't life flash by in the blink of an eye anyways, lets give it a rest and slow down, look around, smile and know where ever you are rushing to will still be there in five minutes from now, an hour from now, just because you are not there yet doesn't mean it disappeared and now cease to exist. So to wrap it up, my message today is . . . .you know stop and smell the roses . . . you assholes.

P.S. I am trying to use more curse words to liven up my writing, as i do not curse in my regular conversations, hope you enjoy it! hehe

sometimes what's real is not what is staring you in the face. The real beauty, the real prize is hidden under a blanket of mask and insecurities that we all try to cover. It is those very insecurities that make us interesting and usually stem from something very personal and touching, that is what is real. That is what last. There is true beauty out there, unconditional, wonderful people and there are so many and we see tons everyday, but we don't always know because we judge them, based on what they look like, what they are wearing, the way they talk, anything really. I see beauty in a lot of people myself, but I think if you are looking for it you will find it. . . . .sometimes it's really hard to find, haha and i have to tell myself there is something nice about this person or they wouldn't be on this earth!