Beach Sloth

#YOLO

               YOLO: You only live once. You are not a cat. You are a person. Hope this clears things up for you. Today is a great day. I feel positive about the future. Realize now I only live once. I can make the best of it. Everything today is quiet. I barely hear anything. 

                Today I biked for a couple of hours. It was the longest bike ride I have taken in a very long time. First I found one area then tiny little pathways to new places. Usually I tend to have a ‘vague direction’ when I bike. If I get lost it becomes more of ‘an adventure’. My face hurts from the sun smiles. When I saw the sun shining down on me, I felt so good. Though this isn’t nature it is close. Grass, trees, and the occasional bird remind me where I am. Nothing though prepared me for what I stumbled across.

                I saw my first workplace entirely by accident. There I was biking when I saw it. I used to work as a lifeguard there. Remember those times well. In the morning I cleaned up garbage, at night I cleaned up garbage. During the day I watched people swim, saved people, twirled my whistle and looked good. One day I remember when I took the bus that the air conditioning wasn’t working. It was about 110 degrees in the bus and I came into work soaking with sweat. My coworkers asked me ‘Did you jump in the pool’ and I said no. They proceeded to pick me up and throw me in the pool. I really miss that summer. I had roughly the same amount of hair I have now. I don’t believe in haircuts. Feel like Samson was right: when they cut your hair you lose your power. Want my luscious hair to go down to my shoulders. Maybe I’m born with it, maybe it’s Maybelline. 

                For about 15 to 20 minutes I biked around the facility looking to see if it was open. I saw the water slide. I remembered talking with other lifeguards about music, life, and what young kids would look like when they were older. Wonder if anyone who knew me from grade school correctly guessed what I look like today. Hope I exceed their expectations. Wish I did a better touch keeping in touch with everybody from that time. I’m a different person now. I think culture helped make my awkward strange kindness a positive thing. Thank you Wes Anderson! 

                I felt happy biking around. I realize that simple things make me the happiest. Just going for walks and writing things is so positive. Writing and walking costs nothing. Since I have no money this is a good way for me to relax. I like participating in culture that allows literally anyone in, no matter what they look like or even if they don’t know what they look like. That is overwhelmingly positive to me. 

                While I biked today, people shouted mean things at me from their cars. It didn’t bother me. I wanted to scream at them ‘I love you’ and truly I would mean it. Anybody who shouts mean things at me while biking is a sad person. They aren’t getting exercise. Want them to know that the more haters I have, the better off I am. Lovers are great too. Haters though, they have a way of doing things that strikes me as positively ridiculous. Why hate? What benefit do you getting from blindly criticizing others? Encouragement goes a long way. 

                You only live once. Enjoy it. Everybody gets a chance to follow their dreams. Why not start today? I am happy today. Hope your day was great. What do you usually do to have a great, simple day? Do you eat ice cream? Look at fireflies? Or are you simply happy to be alive, living on an Earth that cares about you so very, very much?