There are beautiful things in this world. Why is it just now, the year that I turn 40, that I am able to write this? I’ve always recognized beauty, and I think it’s something that my father taught me to appreciate, but why is it now that I feel I am truly appreciating beauty in this world? Why do I feel that I am suddenly more aware?
I see beauty in the color of grass, a collection of books, the written word, and the cast of light, the sound of M singing to W, W laughing uncontrollably, and the sight of a woman walking down the street…
Have I reached that awakened point in my life where the years of stimuli that has passed into my head has created some sort of realigned state?
Mind you…I am still quite aware of all the ugliness in this world…you can’t take that away from me just yet.
The hyper sensitivity I now feel towards beauty recently is such that it has caused me to take note.
Banana Boats
Before I set out on reading this volume, I scanned a few reviews. Expectedly, the reviewers commented on the introduction, but I do remember that it was said that one of the best stories was Banana Boats.
It took me two sessions of reading to make it through the story. It started a bit slow for me (troubling because I have been thinking a lot lately about my diminishing attention span) but in my defense, the story is longer than the usual. Once into it, the story took hold of me and yes, it is a story that deserved to be in this collection and placed right in the lead spot.
You see, I have served on a Banana Boat (not a real one but as it is used in this story) and I am still serving on this boat. It’s only a matter of time before those around me discover my place on that boat and my inability to get off this boat for all the years that I have been imprisoned.
I’ve written about this struggle in past posts and I am sure that I’ll write about it further until one day, I step off this boat.
I want off so bad…I just don’t know what it’ll do to the life I have now.
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