At The End Of The Day

I apologize to all for a lag in blogging on my behalf. I refuse to give excuses because one is just as good as the next. Things with the band have been great. We are preparing for some big things over the next few months, and as they unfold we will be keeping you guys informed. 

Remember when you were younger and you would look at an elderly person and think, "They are so old. I will not be that old in like forever." Perhaps the amount of time it will take for us to arrive at ripe old wrinkle age is seemingly forever to a bright-eyed youth. For me as the last five years have dissolved into a blur I have been made aware of my aging. 

I do not feel as young as I once did. I look at the world differently now than I did when I was 18. I care way more about social justice and conspiracy theories than I ever did before. My only reasoning for this is one simple fact. That as we age we become more aware of our mortality. This has certainly put things into a very pragmatic perspective for me. 

Life is short so we should enjoy it.  We should not squander precious moments away on being pissed off at our waitress who probably found out her husband was cheating on her. We were upset because she took an extra thirty seconds to top off our water. Yet on the other side of the planet is a little girl who hasn't had water in several days and is so weak she might not even be able to swallow water if there was even some available. 

All I am getting at here is perspective. Someone once said it this way: "I once saw a man complaining that he had no shoes until he saw a man who had no feet." Time is precious and it's short and it's fleeting. These moments today are ever slipping into an ocean of historical events only to be revisited by memories we tuck away inside our hearts. I propose we make these memories something to celebrate. 

Let's look back on these memories and see lives changed and hearts encouraged with the thread of truth that unites us all. Let's live every day and speak every word and sing every song like it's our last day. I play with a band of people who do nothing but simply love me for who I am through hell and through the sunshine. 

I do not know what you are facing, what you are going through. Yet, I assure you. it is salvageable. God is good. His word is truth. Let's live a life with open ears and closed mouths. Let’s let our hands do the talking and help those who cannot help themselves. At the end of the day I find when I provide a shoulder for someone to lean on that the weight of the world is somehow muzzled out by the comfort of knowing that someone else's weight just got a little less heavy. 

Cheers,

- Mikey