I have just completed one of the many tasks that now define my new contemporary proletariat life; I mowed the lawn. The blades of grass shuddered as I approached, for they could sense my abject manliness projected across the yard. Within my chest beat the heart of a new man; one who lives amongst equals in a world of hard-working, independent folk, and the grass new it. The weeds felt smug in the knowledge that the mower was powerless against them, but their time will come soon.
After many years of floundering through my gen-x advanced-gestation period, I have finally arrived on the other side; that of living, loving, and having. Cheryl and I are happily moving into our new lives with a vigor formerly unknown to us. We are emerging upon a new part of our lives I will call “formal adulthood”.
This morning the lawn was a symbol of our emerging adulthood. Cheryl bustled about the house attending to various odds and ends. We moved about our new world with purpose of hard-work and cleanliness (which I hear is next to Godliness). At one point she ceased her efforts in order to greet me in the yard and bring a cool drink. We met, we smiled, we exchanged looks, and in front of all the lawn to see, we kissed. It was a flirtation of our new-found independence, a breath of life fanning the flame of exalted and proud mediocrity. The grass was trembling.
But where does one go from there you might ask? Well, ever onward my friend. The beginning now is merely a continuation of what was and the end is merely the gateway to the next. All of us humans on planet Earth are moving forward and the best place to get to is one you are at. I am here, the world is turning, and I am fine.
