The clothes are packed off to Goodwill
I said my good-byes up on that hill
The house is empty, the furniture sold
Soon your smell will decay to mold
Don’t know why I bother calling, ain’t nobody answering
Don’t know why I bother singing, ain’t nobody listening
COLLATERAL DAMAGE, TRACK 10
This is just a friendly reminder to my fellow university/college/high-school students to be kind to yourselves this exam season. Take study breaks, get yo’ beauty sleep, and breathe. Your marks do not- in any way, shape, or form- determine your worth as a human being. Just do your best, that’s literally all you can do. And remember that everything happens for a reason and that life has a way of sorting itself out. If you don’t do as well as you’d hoped on a certain exam- heck if you fail an exam- the world will not end, I promise you. Yes, marks matter, but they are not the be-all-end-all of your existence.
Let us all take a moment of silence for all the turkeys that have sacrificed their lives for this day so we may gobble.
I was walking through from an aisle to aisle to search for an item in Walmart when I saw a little boy of about four years old in a gray shirt and khaki pants. He was holding a bag of cereal up to his face. His cute little face was etched with fear. He was crying. I wondered why, but then I realized he wasn’t with someone at all. He was lost. I wanted to help him, but instead I walked away and moved on. I looked back, still thinking about that lost little boy. An associate, who was stacking items by the produce area, carried him and brought him to the customer service. They walked past me, and the boy was still crying. Minutes later, I finally found the item. I was looking for my own parents when I ran into a family who seemed like they were looking for a boy (who shall remain nameless). There were five of them, all were calling out his name. And as I put two and two together in my mind, a voice boomed through the intercom. But I didn’t know what it was all about because I had my attention fixed to the family. What I knew, though, was that they were the family of that lost child I just saw. A middle-aged man told them about a lost boy looking for his mommy. I took that as a cue to tell the woman that I saw her child and that he was taken to the customer service. I asked the mom, “Was he wearing a gray shirt?” Her answer surprised me. She replied, “You know what, I don’t even remember.”
Let’s turn back the time, shall we?