This will be the first entry to many related thoughts about life and the life im destined to live. For the most part im happy, i dont think i can have a superior bad day and if things dont go my way i just accept it for the way it is; it is how its suppose to be and it is as it should be. Althought im busy with a life of achievements that cant be discussed in one sitting of coffee, i like to share a bit of what ive learned from those around me and by observing people and how we act.
I usually go for jogs or head to the gym when i want time to myself. After all, time working out and improvement of the physical being is something i want, but joggin around in the morning when the air was fresh and the sun was beamin’ allows me to just do ME. Time for myself where i can stop grinding, stop being a car designer, or an artist, or a business man, or the other hats i have. On my jog, I ran past a man that was holding a bunch of balloons. I asked the man if i could have one and he smiled, said “sure, y not. grab anyone you would want.” I had the choice of 3 colors, red, white and blue. I chose blue. I said thank you to the mexican man, tied the balloon string around my wrist and continued on my jog. As i was running, the balloons shadow casted down on to the pavement and in some ways i felt like a lil kid again.
Lil kids with balloons running around in family parties.
A lil boy running furiously on the front lawn, watching the balloon flag behind him.
I was that lil boy again.
Its amazing. im 26, decked out in all black pull over hoodie, black nike shorts and some air max 180s on my feet and here im feeling like,”FUCK it kinda feels good to be a lil boy again with a balloon.” Can u imagine that? thats like seeing a pro football player with a bunch of balloons, or a gang of hawaiians chasing a truck of free bbq in honolulu. You get the picture. Whats funny is that not only did i feel like that alot of people walking around felt the same way too. One lady, strolling her baby, smiled while her daughter looked up and pointed at the balloon, an elderly couple looked at me all wicked with me running at full sprint. Keep in mind im a good 235, shaved head and have a tail, oh and im 26, with a fuckin blue balloon chasing after me.
Nobody else had a balloon tied to their wrist…….that…..THAT was awesome. Individual and solo.
Continuing my morning exercise, i walked into a small short cut aka the mall..where all of a sudden i had a change of thought….i didnt want to bring the balloon with me into my condo, i wanted to pass this bit of enjoyment to someone., but who would it be? I told myself, while walking through the crowd, that the first kid that calls out “balloon” or even “dah dee bah roon” or something even close….they would be the righteous owner of my happiness.
Walking through the food court, everyone was buried in their food, i mean literally face down and just grinding away at Panda express, or corn dog on a stick, maybe some hawaiian bbq jump off and out of nowhere this lil korean girl, she had to be like 2 said,”balloon”…i turned around looked at her and said,”do u want this balloon?” and her father asked me if it was ok, and i replied,”absolutely.”
I put the lil balloon string in the lil girls hand and to me that started and made my day. The face on both the lil girl, holding the balloon and her dad having a smile on her face couldnt be replaced by anything in a 5 mile radius. It was awesome.
Simplicity. Keep life simple and you’ll be happy. Don’t forget the little things that can make someone’s day and learn to pass on a lil bit of happiness to those around you. After all, when there is no money in your pocket and you have nothing to give, all you can give is your attitude of gratitude…..or maybe just a balloon.
Namsayin.
