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[*mipadi*]

You can try to dodge it all you want, but eventually you have to admit it even to yourself: you're bored, and going nowhere. Your life has become mundane, the same thing, day in and day out. Sit in front of the TV, of the computer; have pointless conversations, watch pointless TV shows. Eventually it will catch up to you; eventually your life will be snuffed out, and then you won't have a chance to make something of it. All lives share the same end; it's not the conclusion, but the journey there, that counts.

So thought the young man as he ambled about his basement.

His thoughts drifted to a picture of a party. In his mind's eye, he sees a live band playing on a low stage. The guitarist reminds him of "that guy from Jimmie's Chicken Shack" the band has all the energy, sound, and fun of the Shack, the Toadies, and Kings of Leon all rolled into one.

He sees people drinking, laughing, talking. He sees a bottle of rum, a pint of beer, all going down the hatches of countless strange, yet friendly, party particpants. He sees their bodies wreathed in cheap cigarette smoke, moving to the pulse of the music. He sees himself, dancing with some pretty girl he's never met before, whose name he just learned, but isn't explicity declared in his daydream. He doesn't even like dancing, but the mood and fervor, the atmosphere, takes him like a summer zephyr, and he can't help but meld with the pulse of the notes, of the melody, coming from the half-stacks and bass cabs on stage.

And somehow, as he dances, he knows he'll end up somewhere he's never been before, some room he's never been in, cradled on a futon or a couch or a bunk, with either this girl, or another one, it doesn't make a big difference either way. All he knows is that he sleeps not from a night of wild, drunken, animal sex, but rather from relaxation, a respite from the concerns of the world, a retreat from issues of politics, and the environment, and racism, and economic disparity. And she'll still be sleeping, no doubt, but he' get up gently, and leave quietly. And he'll call up the guys from his old band, the one he had in high school, and they'll arrange an impromptu show at one of the houses downtown for that evening; and then he'll go home to get his guitar, his mic stand, because he has work to do. But it's not really work, is it? No, it's more relaxation, it's immsersing himself in enjoyment and happiness and fun, wrapping himself in a cocoon, a shield from everyday life.

Yes, eventually he'll have to get back to the perils of the world, but for now, why not suck in the succulent scent of ecstasy? For this young man knows that all lives end the same way; the only thing setting one apart from the other are the moments of relaxation, of joy, that make it worth living every day.

[nerdxcore]

wow, i love it! one of the best pieces of writing i have read. it's almost depressing but yet inspiring. depressing because our lives are just daily routines that never change and inspiring because it's saying to just enjoy life and do the things you want to do.

i think you should add on to it, if you want. or at least give it a title.

[*mipadi*]

Thanks for your kind words. I wasn't going for depressing (quite the opposite, really), but whatever you get out of it is a-okay.

[..:loveee.NuTTii]

I like it. I love the moral the story tries to teach us. It's unique. The story brought this sense of tranquility over me.

[*mipadi*]

Thanks! That is what I was going for.

[*Azarel*]

The underlying message of this piece reminds of Candide by Voltaire-- "We must cultivate our garden."

In any case, the opening paragraph is something that I'm sure we've all felt before, but you've done a wonderful job putting it into words. And this is so universal, since the nameless character represents so, so many people in the world.

Definitely a good read.

[*mipadi*]

Thank you for your feedback. Maybe I'll get around to finally using it in another work, eventually. It's actually a theme that has resonated with me yet again, and something I'd like to explore more fully.

[*islandgirl4eva*]

I particularly like this piece because I can truly relate to it, as I believe at some point, most people can.

My life right now is lying stagnant in my hands, and I don't know what to do about it. Reading this, I can honestly say I'm a bit more motivated, inspired even, to go and try to live a bit....happer. Wonderfully written, as always