i remembered something my old neighbor told me once. in that single statement i realized more than i ever did reading an entire book or hearing many lectures. i was mowing my lawn at my old house on a hot summer day took a short break and saw my neighbor signaling to me, so i ran over to his house and we stood by the shed smokin a joint when he says to me "you know funny thing ive been cuttin the grass for over 40 years and its still growin" it was insignificant at the time but now that statement is like a beutifully written poem to which i could only one day hope to equal. it brings into perspective my own mortality but also a strange sense of the future. like far after im gone there will still be grass to mow, people will still have issues and the earth will continue to spin.
