itslastcall

A young girl got run over by a car right by my street the other day. yes, things do happen inbetween my home and my work. i wish this had never happened, i wish things like this weren't part of living in this life. is it really part of life? death. i dont think so. everything in me screams no. death is and never has been natural. we were made as eternal beings. thats some truth.

i brought treats to work today as its almost my birthday. tradition is we bring something sweet for our co-workers around our big day. i felt like i was on my way to church, dressed nice, carrying two tupperware containers.
everyone loved them and i blushed more than once in the praise.

so i'm on my lunch break right now. walking over here i had a thought about making something out of nothing.
we can do it!
ok not making any sense here crystal. spit it out.
if you can remember two posts back i was talking about a certain coolio who wouldn't make eye contact with me.

what if he had? each time we passed? and we could say hi?
an awknowledgement that we both are done a good day's work, and were on our way home. when we saw each other in other circumstances, we wouldn't have to talk to each other, no, but we would have a sort of kindred understanding. we had experienced something together, how ever small.
making something where there was nothing.

we can bless other peoples lives. we CAN. it really isn't so hard... this making something where before there was nothing. and its so rewarding.
taking our chances, taking every chance, and doing what we can to pour something into someone elses life.
i have a feeling that even a smile is eternal. not those little polite smiles, or sarcastic ones. no. i mean when you say something to someone and they react with a smile. reaction. they cant help it. i like to think that even something so small is worth something eternally. and isn't anything eternal worth so much more than an hour of work, of wages, of even simpy an hour on earth.
we do value time so much. and it seems like everything. but time is nothing compared to even the smallest eternal thing. am i right??

so maybe i'll try to take my own advice and make something out of nothing. why waste perfectly good opportunities?

i'm so glad no one is reading this. it means i can write whatever comes to my head and i don't need to worry about how i sound or punctuation. punctuation.
i hate punctuation. i mean, my head thought never agrees with periods; just commas and semi-colons. its just one big runon sentence in my head, all day. i like it that way.