Sometimes we wander through life never quite sure what the fuck to do next. We always have handfuls of ideas we think will lead us into happiness, but as we wander down our unknown roads, the incessant thoughts that roll through our foggy brains make us question and second-guess the paths we tread upon, many times crying out for us to turn around and head back to familiar or comforting landmarks to reassess our strategies.
So let me tell you a story.
Visiting family in a small town, wondering whether or not these stupid blog posts were a waste of my fucking time, I decided to go for a walk. Thunder was rolling in the distance, and rain was likely in the air, but I needed to do a little exploring. It was well past sunset, but I learned long ago that there’s no way to appreciate the light unless you’ve become familiar with the darkness. What was I looking for? What did I expect to find? I couldn’t possibly tell you. But I put my boots on and hit the streets nonetheless.
It didn’t take long for the rain to start. Meh. I’ve been wet before, and I’m sure I’ll be wet again. I had no direction in mind, so I followed the turns where the street lights didn’t shine very bright. I hoped to sit somewhere secluded for a spell, but the little boxes of houses didn’t give up any parks, schools, or benches for me to hide within.
So I continued on.
The rain started coming down harder, and I realized it was probably time to tweak my route to loop back to my shelter for the evening.
And then there it was. Something completely unexpected. Sitting in front of a house, I saw a glass cabinet. It reminded me of a phone booth, but it looked to be full of books. So I crossed the street to check it out.
What I found was entirely off my radar. It was a beautifully constructed miniature lending library, with four shelves of hardcovers, paperbacks, and magazines, all protected behind a lovingly crafted waterproof glass door that had no indication of lock or key. Take a book, leave a book, it said. There was another note on the lower left behind the glass, but the rain and the dark hindered further investigation – the last thought on my mind was exposing this unforeseen treasure to water damage.
The situation did not allow me to overthink or scrutinize my choices – it bullied me into a simple decision: open the door, reach in quickly, and grab a random book – whatever message it held would answer the questions weighing on my mind.
And that’s what I did. I grabbed a book, stuck it in my inside pocket, and continued my rain-soaked journey.
As I approached the building I would be spending the night in, an insane bolt of lightning forked every inch of the sky I looked up toward. Fucking cool!
After stripping off my wet clothing and boots, I sat down and looked at the title I chose. Here it is:
I opened it, and two things happened. First, a post card fell out. This is what is said:
On that page, I found a quote:
“Destiny is not a matter of chance. It’s a matter of choice: it is not to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.”
– William Jennings Bryan
I have no fucking clue who Billy J Bryan is, but I’m thinking I might just keep writing my moronic blog and the idiotic books I have on the go. I randomly flipped back 12 pages and found a Wayne Gretzky quote I used on Mike’s Daily Bread not that long ago:
“You miss 100% of the shots you never take.”
I can’t make this shit up.
The only way to make progress with something you want to do is to fucking DO IT! Nike can kiss my ass, but the words are apt. My stupid books will carry on, and the unplanned adventures into life will move forward.
If you want to accomplish something, and you love the process, then fucking rock it, every chance you get.
Nothing is fated.
The universe supports you when you choose to support yourself.