Highlights

The German philosopher, Schopenhauer, is supposed to have said that the best thing would be to never have been born and you can see his point: life is suffering and all that so think of the heaps of misery you’d have avoided had you never come to be.

But, on the other hand, consider everything you’d have missed out on. 

Take, for instance, a single night on a late winter’s evening in one tiny corner of one small edge of noplace remarkable.

Remember a handful of moments in this single occasion you’d never experienced had you forever remained unbirthed.  Like:

•    Cop chat and youth group confusing even before anything began
•    Perfuming alleyways and cheering for book nerds up the hill
•    Enticing strangers to join
•    Arriving, via the second-best route, at destination number one
•    Being overwhelmed by choices but eventually settling on something
•    Bombing Madison
•    Snaking through the Arboretum, doing 180’s in search of the perfect pagoda
•    Noticing light pollution and, for the most part, being glad of it
•    Turning the way you don’t expect upon exiting, eventually enjoying the preferred water route to a place you’d never imagined

And that was just for starters.

Pretty soon, it was all drummers and fire dancers and people falling in love all over themselves. 

Firecrackers were included much to the initial consternation of those for who such sounds are overly reminiscent but by the time the SOC Pussies were feeling their oats and PDC was making a dual appearance in Technicolor, I’m pretty sure no one had any complaints other than to wonder why every day besides Thursday isn’t like this.

Sometimes, it’s more about unity than distance; you see how far you can get with as many as possible.  If that means staying along the shoreline and being flabbergasted by the view, then yes.

Granted, the never existing version of you never struggles up superfluous hills but when you figure in the downhills, you will have to agree life’s worth it.