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Monday, August 2, 2010

Eating Life Raw


Life is a messy thing, sometimes slapping me in the face with a wet hand (dripping with suspicious fluids), kissing me on the neck while I’m scrubbing grimy pots and pans, and ignoring me when I need attention the most. Sounds much like my husband, although he has never slapped me in the face.
Yes, life is a daily crap shoot with the odds being about even for fate to dole out grins or grimaces. Each day I rise to an inner dialog that goes something like this: “I have to get up. What for? Coffee. Yes, Coffee. Coffee and I have to go pee. Wasn’t there something I was looking forward to today? (Long mental silence) Nope. Arg!”
I then haul my vulnerable butt out of bed and let life have its way with me.
Television makes life seem too pretty. Like life is supposed to be served up on a fancy dinner cart, pushed room service style up to my bed. Silver domed lids protect each gourmet entrée, and crystal goblets wait, thirsty for the red wine that is currently soaking in an ice bath, and breathing with ease. The last time I breathed with ease I was being slapped on the ass by my mother’s gynecologist.
In reality, life is more like one of those survival shows. It must be pursued and hunted, like wild game in a dense forest. And once caught, you must wrestle the thing to the ground, choke the life out of it with your bare hands, and then tear it apart with your teeth…. and eat it raw.
Sounds disgusting, but it’s the truth. Life is real, not airbrushed, edited, or even made-over. Real life is having to drag your reluctant ass to a job that you hate. EVERY DAY. It’s being cornered by a neighbor’s piranha toothed Pit Bull while you frantically dial 911, or watching the transmission fall out of your car on the first day of your vacation. Actually those are minor compared to death, war, and famine.
Okay, I don’t want to sound too jaded so I’ll throw in some of the benefits of eating life raw; like falling in love, belly laughing with your best friend, and being bold enough to pursue your dreams. You might even learn how to love the unlovely, help the down trodden, or live like a king in Fiji.
I guess the sum of life is this. Life must be eaten raw….daily. And we must trust that whatever dose of shit, or roses, that life gives us, there is a deeper reason for it; a reason that will make sense to us. Someday. We also need to remember that flowers grow in war fields, and ghettos, as well as meticulously tended gardens, and every time it rains, the sun is boldly shining behind the clouds.
I don’t know if we signed up for this life, or if we were drafted; either way life must lived. So be sure eat up because there’s plenty of life to go around.

6 comments:

christine said...

I love the line "every time it rains, the sun is boldly shing behind the clouds". I must remember that.

L.C. Griffith said...

Right, but When the skies are angry it's hard to imagine it.

Jayne said...

Those husbands--they're all the same. ;)
Leah, this piece made me laugh. Really, I love the jaded thoughts, the prickly musings-- sometimes the sour just shouldn't be sugarcoated. We need to see and feel it all!

Oh, how I marvel at the way you eat it up, and dare to tread right where all those wild things are. :)

Leah Griffith said...

Jayne, sometimes I wax poetic, other times I gently ruminate, and sometimes I bounce off the walls. Either way, I try to keep it real; I think doing that makes my words more trust worthy. Either way, everyone knows what life is capable of, so why try to pretend;)
I really love your insights Jayne and I appreciate them so very much.

JANU said...

As always wonderful...every line is meaningful.

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you Janu...this one was fun;)

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