As of late I’ve been stuck in a very focused train of broad ideas. Nihilistic in a nature, yet looking to a higher power for answers. The one thing that I’ve settled on is that I don’t have them, and people with age do — If I listen. The trouble is that I still find myself somewhat socially awkward, especially with strangers, so I don’t posses the courage to just walk up to an elderly person and say, “Would you mind telling me your life story?” The thing is that I truly want to know. I’m convinced that if everyone over 70 wrote their memoirs (and everyone else read them) that the world would be a better place. Life just moves to quick and if we don’t stop, we don’t learn.

Stay with me… I have a point.

Today, at the bus stop, I was approached by a kind looking old woman with a walker-on-wheels-with-a-grocery-basket-thing. She stopped, looked at me, and then said in a very quiet voice, “Can I tell you something?”. I was rather intrigued so I nodded and leaned in.

“How does an astronaut cut his hair?”, she said. I shrug.

“Eclipse it!”

And she walked away. So that’s it then. After all the years that she has seen, she felt it was necessary to share a joke with a stranger waiting for the bus. I loved it. I think I’ve found the meaning of life.

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