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Life is what happens while
we're headed somewhere else
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One would expect with a title like that that this article would
be a quaint "stop and notice all of the beauty that surrounds
you," soupy type of thing. Don't get me wrong. That's what
I thought it was going to be about, too; but well, that would be
kind of boring, so I'm switching gears in mid-paragraph. No, really,
there is no need to thank me that's my job.
I will, however, leave you with the headline. It's my gift to
you. Read it, enjoy it, paste it on the back of your 3-M folder
with a group shot of "The New Kids on the Block" and be
happy.
Don't get me wrong. What I mean is, get me right. I enjoy the
beauty that encompasses and is ORU. This past Friday I noticed,
while running back from the LRC to Marriott, the sun setting.
I noticed this after I collided head-on into the ivy-covered
tree in front of the bookstore. After the initial shock, I decided
that I should look around for some light.
What I beheld was a brilliant display of lights cascading down
from the sky. Every color of the rainbow was present as they swirled
up, spun around and inundated my eyesight. There were sparrows soaring
around my ever increasing noggin, and an absurd little bird popping
out to say "Cuckoo . . . Cuckoo, Cuckoo."
I was brought from this euphoric high, associated with smacking
one's head against an object that won't move, by the rumbling of
my stomach. And that is when I noticed the beautiful sunset.
The sun was setting (hence the name "sunset") behind
the prayer tower in a display of rich reds and purples. The heavens
above grasped tightly to the coming night with its blacks and blues,
while the battle was fought amongst the soft clouds. Eventually,
the tide turned as the clouds relinquished the soaked-in pinks and
turned dark gray. I wasn't there to see this, for I had already
gotten up and dashed off to Marriott.
So anyway, back to the new focus of this article . . . wait,
what did you say? You wanted to know if there was a spiritual analogy
involved! Well, actually there was, but I thought it a little underdeveloped
to share with the three readers of this column (Hi, Mom and Dad!).
Okay, if you insist.
The analogy I saw between my running to and fro and missing the
beauty of the setting sun, is akin to working and studying so much
that we miss the beauty of those elements that surround us. These
elements of friends, wings, sister (or brother) wing, professors
and this university are one of a kind and will never be the same.
If you miss it, it will be your own loss.
Now, back to what I was going to write about since I decided
not to share the sunset analogy. I was going to explain "why
I run." I have heard from my sources (remember I am a journalist)
that the phenomenon of a student running around the campus (with
some reports stating that he looked like a skinny, scared chicken
with his head cut off) has caused quite a stir of controversy. I
wanted to take this opportunity to dispel any rumors and explain
my actions.
Actually, now that I think of it, I'm glad I was sidetracked
there with the sun, because the answer to "why I run"
is simple. I'm always late.
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