When I was so very young and foolish, I realized at an early age that girls were dumb. When that girl I had a crush on in kindergarten liked that 6th grade boy who she’d sneak across the playground to hang around, I knew that girls were dumb.
In middle school when girls would be all dumb and giggle and make doe eyes at the boys whose bodies were filling out and starting to shave and their voices were taking on a deeper tone, I knew that girls were dumb.
In high school when all the dumb girls were falling for all the jocks or guys with cars or older guys in college, I knew that girls were dumb.
In college I looked on at all the dumb girls who had boyfriends across a continent, away at school or in the army and it was after all that time. Of being envious. Of wanting dumb girls, that I just stopped.
Stopped with pursuing the dumb girls. So I wised up. I stopped being a dumb boy. I started being a smart man and started talking to the smart girls who had their heads on straight. I paid attention to the smart girls who never chased boys since kindergarten then thru middle school to high school and then across the country. I went after the girls who had depth and intelligence. The ones who had sex appeal because they could be equals in a conversation instead of some glass eyed space cadet staring vapidly into the bottom of a Yoplait cup.
I sometimes see, on rare occasion, the dumb girls I dreamt of pursuing. Still, with a lost expression to their face. Their significant other also replicating their distant and lost expression as if they realized at some point they made some poor choice.
I am content in my life. Wallowing in my happiness that I made a smart choice instead of remaining such a dumb boy.
Everyday we wake to see our children dead. Not in the literal, absence of life meaning. What we see dying is the baby, the toddler and ultimately the innocence of their youth.
Each day they grow smarter, more intelligent and its amazing how quickly it all passes. Each morning that they wake, the smiling, blinking, inquisitive child with full cheeks is a bit taller. A bit smarter. A bit older.
You wish you could bottle it or capture the moments forever. The emotion is selfish. I can’t deny them the blessing of getting older and becoming enlightened with knowledge. I can only hope to guide them and teach them and above all shelter them without sheltering them, so that they too can grow full of knowledge and understanding so that they can one day sit in their living room as their children walk in, blinking and smiling with innocent cheer, “hi daddy!”
The reward of life is simply living and doing it so that others can share it just as simply.
Hey Theodore Roosevelt, remember that time someone tried to assassinate you, but you just laughed and proceeded to give a 90-minute long speech with the bullet lodged in your lung, where it remained for the rest of your life? Or when you tore up your leg after being thrown into piranha-infested waters while exploring uncharted Brazil? Or all those times you broke your ribs from falling off horses while doing bad-ass jumps? Or when you destroyed the sight in your left eye in a White House boxing match? Or that time you killed a cougar in a knife fight (seriously.)? And how the only way death could finally get to you was in your sleep, in the early morning on this day in 1919. Here's to TR as the infinite inspiration for pure, condensed badassery. ;)