Posts Tagged ‘love’

the luckiest cowboy


“I’m the luckiest cowboy ever.” Truer words are rarely spoken.funny cowboy

Not a cowboy? Not a problem. Insert [woman] or [man] or [girl] or [boy] in its place and you’d still be spot on.

We get so caught up in the melodrama of daily life, in all the petty ups and downs, it’s like riding an emotional roller coaster.

And we never look out to see the view.

the lessons of skidboot

The whole world can learn powerful lessons from said cowboy, David Hartwig, and his dog Skidboot.

If you’re too lazy to watch the video (your loss), the one-liner that inspired this blog post was when David said, “Life is too precious to be upset.”

how to appreciate life

Think about it this way: in all the history of the world, in all the people that have ever breathed a breath on this earth, those of us alive right now make up the most minute percentage. Sounds obvious, but that’s the point. It’s so obvious how appreciative we should be for the simple fact that we’re breathing breath, and that’s likely why we miss it. The things that are right in front of us are sometimes the hardest to see.

For all those that came before, here are some things they can no longer do (that you can do):

  • Laugh at a joke
  • Smell a rose
  • See mountains
  • Build a snowman
  • Watch a solar eclipse
  • Feel the rain on their skin
  • Smell the rain
  • Dream
  • Listen to music
  • Orgasm

The simple pleasures in life are too often overlooked, even by those hypocrites who host blogs telling you to notice them.

And the simple pleasures are not the nice things you buy at IKEA or Amazon or the car dealership. David appears to be a minimalist at heart, when he says, “He’s brought more joy into my life and lots of people’s lives, than all kinds of TV and fine cars and motor boats.”

Less stuff = more clarity about what matters = living a more meaningful life.

But the cowboy knows he hasn’t figured it all out. However, he’s content with that because he found love. Even if it was for a soulless canine 🙂

And David leaves us with his final words of wisdom: “The theme is the question, not the answer.”

Think about it.

Then punch yourself in the face.


be like despereaux


Watched the movie “The Tale of Despereaux” last night. While I didn’t so much like the movie, I fell in love with the big-eared mouse that didn’t sport the name Mickey.

the premise

despereauxDespereaux goes to school to learn to be a mouse. This means that he learns to be afraid, to cower and to run away from things that could hurt him. His teachers show him how scary things are and, when he doesn’t cower in fear, tells him he’s not learning.

Despereaux, unlike all of his fellow mice, is not afraid.

the awesomeness

How amazing it was as a child when we weren’t afraid of anything (or at least, not afraid of much).

We had no sense of time, no idea what “the real world” was (many times I still think I have no idea what the real world is), no idea what heartbreak felt like, no clue as to the incarnations of treachery, politics or Osama bin Laden.

As children, we ask endless amounts of questions and receive answers from those with experience, from those who have seen and felt things we never thought possible outside of our wild imagination. As a result – both directly and indirectly – we conjure these concepts and ideas as we age. As the world gets more complex and the responsibilities bear down upon us like the world upon Atlas’ shoulders, we become less than what we were supposed to be. We become adults.

stay child-like

My favorite quality of Despereaux is the child-like awe in which he holds the world (see my post on staying child-like).

Simple things like sunlight he marveled at. Stories of unadulterated bravery and heroism he drank in. Beauty unrestrained he loved without lust. We’re not born to be politicians, or to be bitter, or to be disillusioned with such a messed up world. We learn it; hence, we make the world a messed up place. An endless cycle.

Despereaux just hangs onto that child-like sense of wonder without even realizing his good fortune in that mere fact alone. So much that I found myself a bit jealous.

cynical realism for the common man”

I’m a cynic. Not born one. Not even raised one. But become one.

There are times where I say being a cynic is fun. And believe me, it really has its moments. Especially in the face of insanity, the State of the Union and inane dinner table conversation. I can make fun of things that have merely a perceived impact on dramatists and people who act in real life.

However, I’ve found over time that being a cynic, while fun, is not a proper – or feasible – path to contentment. It’s an excuse. An excuse to take no action in the face of tough decisions. An excuse to criticize others for their actions as we sit in our own tepid pool of inaction.

Simply put: Cynics don’t make the world a better place. Indirectly, the residual effects of our actions can, but it’s only by accident. Only by happenstance (e.g. you piss off a writer with your witty criticisms and she writes her magnum opus in a fit of anger and despair).

closing simple thought

We all need to be a little more like Despereaux. We all need to lose a little bit of our fear, regain a little bit of our child-like state, and just dance with no music on.

And so I ask: “Are you a man, or are you a mouse?”

i wanna go crazy with you


A friend told me this past summer that everybody is always looking for love. I thought it to be an interesting perspective, if a little bit simplistic. But then, most times the simplest way is the most sensible way.

Lately I’ve been listening to Tim McGraw’s new single “Felt Good on My Lips,” and it brings to mind again this concept of everybody always looking for love.

I want your thoughts on this, but allow me to offer my perspective first (I mean, it is my blog after all):

I wouldn’t say I’m looking for love, per se. I’m looking for someone I can go crazy with. Someone with whom I can cut loose, do things I wouldn’t normally do on my own, and enjoy the things more that I DO normally do on my own. Is that what love’s about?

I’m not sure. But this song isn’t about love, at least in its classical definition. It’s about living wild and free in the moment, enjoying life for the simple pleasures. Whether it be the sound of someone’s name, singing the lyrics of a song you don’t know, drinking an unfamiliar drink or kissing unfamiliar lips.

an unforgettable night

I did exactly that just this past weekend. I went to dinner with a girl to a place I never would have gone on my own (or even found, in all likelihood). We went to a hole-in-the-wall bar afterward where they let you smoke inside, and just lost ourselves in a couple games of pool, a few good songs and each other’s company. It’s an incredible feeling, just living for the night and flipping the bird to tomorrow. We swing danced, we sang, we smoked cigarettes as we lined up our shot on the pool table. It was raw, innocent and pure, untarnished by senses of self-worth, superficial misgivings and reality television.

We all need to cut loose and go crazy sometimes, losing ourselves in the lucid oblivion of present circumstance. While we’re young, be young and stupid. If we’re old, become young and stupid again, even if just for a moment.

WITH as opposed to a mere with

And sometimes…sometimes we understand that it’s nice to go crazy with someone else. And I don’t just mean with someone else, I mean WITH someone else. To feel the sun on your shoulders and the wind at your back with someone at your side. It reminds me of Bob Seger’s “Roll Me Away.” This guy takes his motorcycle for a ride, stops in at a bar and meets a girl who decides to ride with him for a time. They end up not lasting the duration of the song, but that’s not the point. The point is that they had that time together in the first place. They celebrated their lives WITH someone, as opposed to with someone.

There’s definitely a romanticism to being alone, rolling down the highway with your only concern being your personal Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. “Here I Go Again On My Own” has always resonated with me, but there comes a time when being a lone wolf just isn’t enough. There comes a time when going crazy WITH someone else is exactly what you need.

Your thoughts?

I wrote this post in the dead of night and in less than 10 minutes. A famous writer once said you never have to change something you got up in the middle of the night to write, so I’m not changing anything. Straight from the heart right onto the computer screen. No hesitation (aside from a little editing, but I’m an OU PR kid – editing is in the marrow of my bones. And if some grammar nut reads this and noticed me ending the second sentence in the fourth paragraph with the word “with”, shove it). This shit’s authentic. Hah! Now go do something fucking stupid, like writing “fucking” in a blog that you know your boss reads.