Sometimes I wonder how it is that I don't scream
because it is the six thousandth time that I
have turned on the shower.
We spend four years
of our lives driving
-Enough distance to go to the moon and back 3 times.
Statistically, life is
sitting on toilets and sleeping and watching TV.
It's sad, really, that the first thing I do in the morning
is look at my phone
When the sun clamored over horizons and crossed oceans
just to say hello.
And yet- even though I will spend 25 years of my life sleeping-
I can't let go of the idea that
We too are the sun
pulling ourselves above the horizon with fistfuls of light
that we are going to spread on this world of sameness.
One day when the clouds seemed touchable
My sisters and I swore that we would never become cynical adults.
That day there was room
for our dreams to shout and not be echoed, mockingly.
But now I've been driving for only a year
and as I turn on the ignition
I start to think the monotony is already killing me.
But then again
When my mom says
"I love you to the moon and back"
Well she really (statistically) means it,
what with all the driving she does.
And I think the most heroic thing about my dad
is that he wakes up at 5 every morning and drinks
the same cup of coffee and rides
the same bus the same
two hours to work and the same
two hours home.
This is the one thing I can't live without-
this idea that there is courage and beauty
in the mundane
because statistically, life is mostly mundane.
So when you wake up to mornings that are terrifyingly
identical to the ones before it
instead of looking at your phone
Be amazed when the sunlight greets you or
really feel the big rain drops
falling on your head, and just try
to love a humdrum winter day
the same way you love the first day of spring.
I will try too.
-no matter what is waiting-
run outside and seize it with both hands.
that you were made for greatness.