Up the creek with a shopping cart.

I am a dinosaur.  In some circles that is.  My age is not catching up with me, I am better at representing IT than ever before.  There is a creek, or better known as a fish bearing stream.  It runs beside where we live. Most days it is only deep enough to keep moving.  Just like I am, just moving, just breathing, just not fast enough, anymore.  I walk past the creek, further down, the road, close to work. In summer there is a coolness that pours out of the shaded part of the stream that is both refreshing and proof that Green is my favorite color.

Just as you walk along the handrail, and look down, into the creek, you see a shopping cart, it has been there for a while, handle buried into the sediment of the creek bed, pointing skyward, begging for a lift out, a hand up or maybe it prays to the shopping mall gods for a rescue. Fewer people linger there anymore, few did anyway except to discard other peoples discarded junk/treasure. Sometimes other peoples' stolen goods fragments could be seen decorating the the forest floor, like Christmas for the forest folk or fairyland does celebrate commercialism!  The hospital is getting a huge "renovation" and there are people who have cleaned out the underbrush, of everything that has ever been discarded.

Street people, the homeless, live, sleep, have sex, do drugs, hide from a world that does not see them while looking right at them; above the creek, in temporary shelters; which rise and fall like the sun or the moon.  Among all this there is that shopping cart, the bastion of buying power, the Mover of goods, as much as you can stuff in the cart, "Will that be charge or debit or cash?" Once you pay more than you should, from you bank account which; has less than you need or worse, put it on credit and pay it off in 19 years; want has a price tag a lifetime long. That shopping cart in the creek, is not fulfilling its' original purpose, it was never happy or sad.  Are you fulfilling your purpose, original, otherwise or newly discovered?

Letting your self get bogged down in the silt of your mess as life passes by like water in that creek, may lead to much unhappiness.  That shopping cart is a dinosaur. Malls are dinosaur homes, who are trying to re-invent their significance, the purpose has not changed, but they want you the consumer to see them as that cool fresh breeze and leave your green behind. That is not why green is my favorite color.   That is another story, not for today.  So you can choose to let the mall define you or go out and discover your value, out there sharing life with people who value you more than just a mover of commercial goods, just remember, the shopping cart does not move it self, it has no will.  Who put that one in the creek and what are you determined to do, to become, to share with the world you see right in front of your eyes......then dream big! Will you?

Oh I am not really a dinosaur.  Seriously.