Wednesday, February 10, 2010

give yourself a cardboard box

my parents ordered some crap online and it came in this huge cardboard box. and we left the box out in the living room and my cats have never been happier. it is crazy. i can just imagine them talking to each other "omg checkout this new hut dude!!!"
i bet it is the best thing that has happened to them since we switched up the cat treats.
the fact that this brown box can bring them so much made me think how simple it is to bring excitement back into our own lives.
we have to give ourselves a cardboard box.
my dad gave himself a porsche. and it has made him feel like a kid again. he can get in his car and loose track of time. just sit and stare and be content. and i think this is something that we are all missing. it is our longing for those days when we could carelessly run around in the grass with no real plan. we just did it because it felt good. and somewhere we loose this. we found it briefly when we realized alcohol brought us back to our youth (as bad as that sounds). but i can speak for myself that this release that i get from drinking has dwindled (trust me- i still like to get crazy once and a while).
but i am currently on the hunt for my cardboard box. i think this is why life is so challenging and confusing because at the bottom of these emotions is an emptiness.
and honestly i don't want a "thing" to replace this void. i want my outlook to be childlike. and somehow see everything with a smile and with appreciation.
maybe i want my whole life to be a cardboard box. and who says that it cant be.

"not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious"

find a way you can bring back your childlike joy. change your mentality. change your friends. change your clothes. do whatever, but find a new way. one that will make you happy and make you look at the world as you once did.



"Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play

Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes?"




and to you jenny beckman - get your audi!!!!!

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