Disconnected

Just the other day, I was traveling on SkyTrain and observed a woman who boarded the train en route from SFU-Surrey to Vancouver.  The woman sat down, opened a plastic bag, grabbed a can of beer, opened it, and started to drink it.  It was a matter of fact.  She drank a can of beer on this Saturday afternoon with no regard for the rules or what other people thought of her.

Feeling disconnected.  Sometimes life sucks.  To cope, I have a few preferred strategies to temporarily avoid life.  I play BeJeweled, watch TV, eat chips, and sleep excessively.  These are my vices.  It’s OK to escape life from time to time but if it becomes a way of life, one has to stop and question… What’s happening?  What’s going on?  What’s the source of my unhappiness?

This woman was disconnected.  Drinking an Extra Old Stock on Skytrain tells me that she was not living her life.  What is her story?  What is her pain?  In the end, you can only control yourself.  You cannot control others.  Ultimately, you choose.  Avoidance sucks!  Blaming sucks!  Own it, deal with it, and move on…