Saturday, July 16, 2011
Humbled by a Weed
I'm a smoker. I know that it's a nasty, vile habit that is detrimental to my health. My Doctor has told me countless times that I should quit and my wife hints at how happy she would be if I were to give up the cigarettes. I'm sure that I will soon, well that's the plan anyway. I do have some profound moments of inspired thought while quietly enjoying my habit in the alley next to the Salon. Today for example, while induldging myself in my habit, I noticed a curious situation that I'd not noticed before.A weed has taken root in between the building across the alley and the asphalt patch that the Street Department put down last summer. Bright, vibrant green, leafy, bushy and quite healthy it grows in defiance of the artifice that surrounds it, piles of bricks and morter, wood, concrete and the seemingly endless veneer of asphalt that spreads across the land.The mark of man's perceived dominance over everything upon the earth both great and small.
As I finished up the last of my cigarette, I looked up and down the alleyway and beheld tufts of green growing everywhere, thriving in the filth of man's creation and I smiled to myself knowing that when we are gone, life shall continue on. I carefully snuffed out the remnant of my induldgence, threw it in the garbage can and went back into the Salon, all smiles to greet my next guest. I don't think the weed paid any attention to the fact that I had left.