So there was this day, let’s say it was a Thursday, and it felt like any other day:  both blessed and burdened with mediocrity.

And that’s just life, because sometimes I wrestle with my demons and other times we just cuddle.

 Our generation grew up being told we were supposed to go to college, get a job and start a family. But by the time we grew up, just a decade later, we were being told by the media to be free of society’s handcuffs, to travel the world balls out. It’s confusing.  and for those of us who went to college, and got a job like our parents said, it leaves us with a haunting fear of our own stability.

Well this morning was just like every other morning, It wasn’t the morning I would finally take off for San Francisco…so I woke up and went to work. Work is work, and I sort of love it. It keeps me here. After work, instead of following the freeway home, I set sail for the unfamiliar. I didn’t know where I was headed but my music reminded me that it didn’t matter. I read once that “The function of music is to release us from the tyranny of conscious thought.” And sometimes, when I listen to my parents talk about the 70s when they fell in love, or when I talk to my sister and watch her dance…sometimes I actually believe that all problems could be solved with music and an open mind. And well, it’s nice to believe in something, even if you know it’s not true.  Anyway, as I drove further away, the world around me became more beautiful… the way things do when you don’t know them well enough to see their imperfections. To me, in new places the trees always look greener and the music always sounds better.  The drinks are stronger and the wind blows harder as my heart beats faster, and I breathe in deeper. Days like these, of peacefully escape as a runaway, are rare but beautiful. And I try never to forget that it is a blessing, not a burden that these days are rare. Because in order to find peace, we must first revel in chaos.  And in order to seek the unknown, we must first walk amid mediocrity. It isn’t extraordinary events that bring us closer to who we are. But instead our everyday lives that fuel our fire to explore the unknown.  And it’s in these times that we get lost and find ourselves.