I watched a show about a man that bought a milk truck.
He changed the truck into a mobile kitchen,
and now he makes different types of grilled cheese sandwiches,
and he sells them throughout the streets of Boston.
According to the show, he does pretty well.
He seems happy too.
Before his truck, the man worked in an office.
He had a boss that complained and deadlines to meet.
He punched keys on a keyboard,
and all day long,
his eyes were fixed to a computer screen as he calculated data
that was pertinent to the lives of others.
he decided to quit and do his own thing
I admire that….
The older I become, the more aware I am that time is a fleeting element.
My course of existence is nothing more than a turn on this moving thing
we call a world.
I sit at work and fix machines that are pertinent to the lives of others.
I think about the things I would rather do
open a bed and breakfast,
or sit somewhere near the Amalfi Coast
and smell the sunset in Italy.
There are so many things I haven’t seen yet;
there are so many things I haven’t done
and places I haven’t been to.
Maybe it’s time I do something abut this