Something Good Can Work.

I have barely had time to breathe these past couple days.

I'm leaving, and I may not ever come back (who knows maybe I will).

So a few weeks ago, I was helping an old man out to his car. He could barely move, and even though this was true, it was easy to tell this guy still had a lot of life left in him. He kept saying, "Boy, if only I could get these old things to move faster!" I just smiled, because naturally, I had no idea what to say to that. As soon as I finished up with loading his groceries in his trunk, he asked if I would like to hear a story. Of course I said yes, since I figured why the hell not? It seemed like this guy loved to tell stories, and since I am quite a storyteller myself, I was more than willing to listen. He proceeded to tell me a riddle about an old woman who was receiving anonymous e-mails from a man whom she thought was her dead husband, while the man she was actually talking to thought he was sending them to his own wife. I laughed and told him how clever it was, and when I looked up at his face, he seemed genuinely happy that I actually spent about 2 minutes of my time just hearing his story. I couldn't help but think to myself that this is one of the reasons I love to live. How much do I take for granted? Wish for life to go on faster and faster? The truth of the matter is, I gave this old man joy from a simple gesture, and well, he gave me a realization. Cliches exist for a reason, and boy, am I living in one right now. Life is too short to be somewhere you don't want to be. You have to grasp it, and when you find something you love, you never let it go. That is the very reason why I decided to leave New York for now. I won't say whether or not I'll come back, because at this point, I have no idea. In fact, I have no idea where I want to end up. Even though there are aspects I'll miss, I'm ready. I know deep down inside that this is not where I belong right now, so why slaughter my precious time? It's a scary process, since I am completely on my own, but this is right. I want to be that old man one day, telling my stories to kids, and being happy enough to  find simple joy out of it. Hell, I even want to be okay with the fact that my legs don't move nearly as fast as they used to. Life is short. Go and get everything you want. You deserve it. That's it for now.