What is a hero with out danger?
It comes in many forms. An antagonist or villain is what makes a hero well, heroic. It comes at unexpected times. Usually at the worst possible time and from the most unexpected things.
I looked at my clock this morning, groaning. It was a long week already and my stamina was nearing its end. Class is at nine and I have to feed horses and a dog. We are going to the "Kirkland Museum". I am excited for this because I love museums. It is going to be a most welcome break. Packing my bag I get in the car being led by my trusty GPS and Google Maps.
The trip was uneventful. Traffic was light and people didn't cut me off. All in all everything was going smoothly... Maybe too smoothly. I pretty much figured I was going to be ahead of my class. (I am just that good.)
At my destination I stepped out to look around for this museum. Brick building and gate were the only things I remembered my teacher telling me about the fabled museum. Time is ticking down. Going north there is nothing. "Hmm, thats weird." I think to myself "Maybe the museum is on Louisiana rather than Pearl St." So I walk east and then west. Something is not right so I check my GPS. "No this is the right location what was the address I put in?"
1311 Pearl St....
Counting the numbers I walk on the sidewalk 1305... 1309... 1317... Treachery! I have been led astray!
Google maps has lied to me and left me out in the middle of nowhere with no idea of how to get to my class. A mad dash to my car I glance at my cars time... 9:15, I am late! Pinching myself I find matters are worse, I am not dreaming.
Google has betrayed me but I am savvy and quick on my feet. I look up the number for the museum. I am racing against the clock now. My class was going to meet at school before heading to the museum so they will probably not get to the museum until 9:30-9:40. The fowl beast google has sent me to South Pearl. The museum is actually in between 13th and 14th street according to the voice in the phone.
Making haste I step on the pedal. Obeying the laws (sort of) and swerving around the squirrels entering the road. My time is running out. Looking at the time its 9:43 I press on. Arriving at the destination it is 9:50. It's hopeless... Parking goes smoothly but as if one betrayal was not enough my bag is stuck! Struggling with that the door seems heavier then usual.
Through super human effort and brute force, I beat them into submission. Dashing down the sidewalk... My breath is heavy... I run up the steps to the museum only to find the door is locked! Franticly I search for some hint that may remove this obstacle. A hidden switch, a password? (Or maybe a sign that reads ring bell to enter.) I hit the button and an angelic voice overhead greets me. "Come on in, you are just in time. They just got here."
I was safe. Though I was betrayed and attacked through many trials, I still had made it!
The door unlocks and I am able to see treasures beyond imagination! Although I could not take that which was not in my mind, it was wondrous. As all happy endings go I was rewarded justly. The trial of the day I passed.
My journey continues. I am reminded of my trusted GPS. If a friend so trusted can betray me what dark trials await me in the dark corridors of time? Will I lose my trust in more noble friends because of this? Only time will tell.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Diamonds amongst the gravel we tread on.
I must say driving can be one of the most bland, boring, absolutely mind numbingly disgusting waist of time things, a person can do. However it can be one of the most strangely fascinating, awe-inspiring, never want it to end, experiences one can have.
When one drives it, for the most part is about routine. We drive to work every Monday at 7 A.M.(I say we even though I am jobless at the time of writing this.) or we go to school. It is the same trip, the same time, the same cup of bad coffee and sometimes you find yourself getting cut off by the same person every morning drive.
Other times you have to drive through just plain terrible locations, like Iowa... Need I say more?
Often times especially for me as I have to drive an hour to get to Denver, I can't get over the same thing aching in the back of my mind, "I could be doing something else, rather then doing this". Or "I was supposed to have a flying car that could go to Jupiter and back in an afternoon by now. What is taking science so long?"
But there are other times in a car that I can't help but notice make life so fun.
Filling up your car is a consequence of driving. If you drive this experience is unavoidable. This is an unknown to most, fantastic time to people watch. Most people will never notice because for some reason people have a strange "elevator syndrome" that causes them to not look at each other when they grab that petroleum pump. Thus you can take advantage of this and can often catch a person doing something quite amusing. Like a person silently rehearsing a conversation they are going to have with another person.
Other times you find yourself in a place that is majestic. Utah, Colorado, California and many other places that are not Iowa. I just drove through Utah which is mostly desert, however, there are such cool rock formations which you just can't find anywhere else. Beautiful red rocks, archways and erosion forms it can be breath taking.
Not often, but sometimes you drive through a place, playing a song, or at a time, or with a person, and you wish it would never end. These moments can be some of the saddest or most joy-filled of your life. They are strange and rare gems of the mundane. I can't explain the experience entirely, its like dreaming yet you are wide awake. The car is, at those times, the only place that you would want to be and it wouldn't matter where you were driving.
Even if you were driving through Iowa.
When one drives it, for the most part is about routine. We drive to work every Monday at 7 A.M.(I say we even though I am jobless at the time of writing this.) or we go to school. It is the same trip, the same time, the same cup of bad coffee and sometimes you find yourself getting cut off by the same person every morning drive.
Other times you have to drive through just plain terrible locations, like Iowa... Need I say more?
Often times especially for me as I have to drive an hour to get to Denver, I can't get over the same thing aching in the back of my mind, "I could be doing something else, rather then doing this". Or "I was supposed to have a flying car that could go to Jupiter and back in an afternoon by now. What is taking science so long?"
But there are other times in a car that I can't help but notice make life so fun.
Filling up your car is a consequence of driving. If you drive this experience is unavoidable. This is an unknown to most, fantastic time to people watch. Most people will never notice because for some reason people have a strange "elevator syndrome" that causes them to not look at each other when they grab that petroleum pump. Thus you can take advantage of this and can often catch a person doing something quite amusing. Like a person silently rehearsing a conversation they are going to have with another person.
Other times you find yourself in a place that is majestic. Utah, Colorado, California and many other places that are not Iowa. I just drove through Utah which is mostly desert, however, there are such cool rock formations which you just can't find anywhere else. Beautiful red rocks, archways and erosion forms it can be breath taking.
Not often, but sometimes you drive through a place, playing a song, or at a time, or with a person, and you wish it would never end. These moments can be some of the saddest or most joy-filled of your life. They are strange and rare gems of the mundane. I can't explain the experience entirely, its like dreaming yet you are wide awake. The car is, at those times, the only place that you would want to be and it wouldn't matter where you were driving.
Even if you were driving through Iowa.
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