The Quiet Irishman

Why do we spend our lives waiting to be happy instead of being happy. Whats the point. We spend our lives waiting for that singular moment of revelation from tv and movies and songs where we figure it all out. And we know ourselves and our purpose. Where we get some omniscient permission to be that person we always secretly hoped we would be., but were afraid of cause they would kick our asses if we ever met. It never comes though, or maybe it does after 50 years.  It’s like spending all night in a field waiting for the sun to rise and never looking up at the stars.  As a kid at mass they always said “body of Christ, bring us everlasting life”, I’m not convinced thats what was intended. I don’t think God wanted us to be concerned with where we land, but how to flap our arms on the way down so they’ll turn into wings at the right time.   We measure our lives in milestones reached, notifications received and holidays survived without incident. We chase after status updates and pursue careers we never got a real chance to decide if we wanted in the first place. But it make us feel better about turning the lights off at night. If we stopped moving completely, our brains might actually pop out of our heads from the force of the hit.  And then maybe there’d be room enough for the soul.  I don’t know what this is, so don’t ask me. If anyone even reads this.

*I probably should be reading donald miller at one in the morning.