It started with a look

 Let me tell you a story.

One that will undoubtedly take us somewhere

that maybe we did or didn't want to go.

Like a road trip where you have all the snacks

great tunes and a full tank of gas, then you just say:

“Go that way.”

Meandering and nomadic, like a an explorer

wanting to see the world. Just needing so badly

To just… drive.

It started with a look…

So many stories start that way.

Like the cliches we use in our daily lives just like in prose.

Telling ourselves this one, this one is so unique; so special.

But like so many times when we read that story again

We see the chosen one was just like all the others.

It was just a look.

But this look it started a cascade of things that would

Drive the man in a whirlwind of trials and tribulations

That he endured so happily. The passions and cravings

That would define a life he yearned for so badly he would

Endure anything. And it was always worth the price

Of the ticket for the ride.

Because he knew something, something that I myself

Wish I could have known. He leaned something so early on that

his jaunt was full of new endeavor and explorations which

Led to new locations of unexplored lands in which he planted a flag

And said every time: “I was here.”

He knew… he knew how lucky he was.

Think about it. Out of billions of people in this world.

What are the chances of that one look? Small?

Infinitesimally miniscule? You could say it's almost impossible.

But it happened and it happened to him.

He knew then right then… he was lucky.

Chances taken, doors opened and risks ignored,

Leading to a grand exploit, a quest taken on

By a simple person which led to the masks

Of a thousand faces worn by heroes before him.

And it all started with that look, which led to a word,

Which led to a kiss, and drove straight to a bed

Which ended up messed up sometimes beyond repair.

But let’s be honest you are here for a tory and they all

Come to us with something we don’t want, but know

Deep down we need.

An ending.

And when it did, it was not happy or even really welcome.

But it did. And he continued to walk. He packed up more

Snacks, played more tunes, and filled up his tank saying

This time… “Go that way.” to somewhere he had not been.

But he still knew the one thing I wish more often than sometimes

I wish I knew. Of all the things you need to take as a moral

Of our story today, is the one thing we should all always…

Always know in our hearts, that we are lucky.

Cause we will always make stories, new or old

They are always ours and make us who we are.

So drive, walk, crawl if you have to, but make your story yours.

Because it’s always worth the price of the ticket to ride.

It will always come to the cliches we love to hate, but secretly

Crave. It will always turn no matter how badly we swerve away

To the same place we all want to be in… our stories will

Come back to the simple and obvious things. So I end our story

As it starts, remember always.

It can start with a look.