Lion Hearted
As I awakened on Sunday morning after a wild night of Temptations and after hours, I walked into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw bags under my eyes. I looked at my arm as I went to wash my hands and not yet faded read the word tempts21. Like a wild animal I was branded. I scrubbed the remainder of "the stamp" off of my arm. After doing so I looked back at my arm and I felt as if there was something missing.
I looked back in the mirror. My eyes were blood shot red and my hair was flat on one side and spiked on the other. It looked as if I were a starving lion that just woke up from a night of chasing prey. I turned from the mirror and left the bathroom.
I than walked the remainder of my shore house to check for survivors and left overs. There I saw people on the couches and in the beds of the tiny home that is ours for the summer. Everyone was still sleeping. My living room smelled like a petting zoo. No one seemed to be anxious, they were comfortable and worn away.
I went back to my bedroom. I put my head on the pillow, one ear to the air and one to the pillow. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't. Sleep was not an option, I could only rest my muscles and bones. I lay there, one ear always listening for life around me. My ears hear nothing but in my head is the drums from the night before. I compare an estimate of the time I went to bed and the time on my clock. I pray for more sleep but I just don't get it.
I get back up. As I start to search the kitchen for food and water I can hear people waking up. A friend walks bye and grunts to me, I grunt back. I watched my friend go through the routine that I had done over the past hour.
As several hours go bye, everyone awakes and goes through the same routine. I am now ready to do it again. My friends are ready too. We put on our sunglasses and head out the door. Surf Club, Temptations.
Now, during the week I think of life and living. Life is getting up each day, coping with the anxiety and disregarding our imperfections.
Living is being an anxious lion with a heart that is filled with strength not from rest or from perfection but from the feeling of being alive and the thought of getting older, knowing that one day it will not be able to rule the jungle and catch its prey any longer.
Everyday you wake up to life but are you living?
Go out and prey on the feeling of being young, knowing that this is your time to truly live.
Have a lion heart and live. Don't miss a weekend, there are no excuses...
~The Moo