Most people could probably understand how it feels that sometimes the weight of the world is upon you. You generally feel mopey and hopeless for a while. Stewwing in your laundry-list of problems.
Whenever this happens to me, I seem to be more aware of God than ever. I look for a sign, any sign, that things are gonna be alright. For instance, this morning I was feeling a bit tired. I was not motivated to get my ass up and start the day and after some real struggle, I did finally.
I cruised on down to 7-11 for smokes, feeling beat-down. At 7-11, It was the same transaction I've had a million time: Kid reluctantly greets me, I say Hi.
I mumble my brand of smokes to kid. Kid sighs and rings up smokes...
Blah,blah,blah.
I get back in the car and wander through my bad thoughts: "Ok, God. Where are ya?" I don't know. After a few blocks, I hang a left and up the big hill I go, heading home. Blah.
I glance out the car window to my right and I see another millionth transaction taking place: An old lady, with her housecoat-ass in the air, pulling weeds. But this time it turned out differently.
For some unknown reason, the handful of weeds the old lady was grasping had worked together and managed to hold onto the ground with the strenght of an anchor rope.
The old lady's tugging became labored and then, without any pomp or circumstance, she simply and gently toppled over onto her head, right into the very weeds she was trying to extract!
"There you are, God!" I said. And I laughed all the way home.
