Plastics - A Sign of Life
“Creativity starts when you create” - happy man
It’s 12:30 am, and I have to call it a day. It’s been a long day’s work and I have to sleep and prepare for a still longer day of meetings and work. I turned off my Mac and pulled all of my 250-lbs, tired, sleepy body upstairs. In the bedroom I look at my wife and the two kids, who still sleeps beside us. They’re all cuddled up with mommy in bed fast asleep. Aaah... the rewards of a long day’s work. And my big soft pillows - they seem so inviting and beg me to come, lie down and sleep. So I let all of my tired, heavy weight. body collapse on the bed. “Arrgh! What in good heavens was that that I laid on?!” I screamed in my mind not wanting to wake my love ones. It feels so hard and rough that it hurts so much and wakes all my senses. I feel like I landed on a dinosaur. I leaped to turn my back only to find it really is a dinosaur! A toy dinosaur. So I removed it and exhaustedly went back to bed only to do another summersault. “Ok! which species is it this time?!” I murmured. It’s not a specie, it’s a plastic tea cup.
Plastics. They’re everywhere in our home. You’ll find them in the bedroom, in the family room, kitchen, car and even when I go to the bath, there’s a squeeky rubber ducky watching me scrape my face when I shave. To me, the more places they are scattered, the more happy I become knowing that these things are signs of life. These means life is budding with energy and creativity and imaginations. My kids armed themselves with joy and laughter, only a guardian angel could understand. I know that they are in the pink of health because they are very active and full of enthusiasm.
Sure I hurt my back and feet with my plastic encounters, but I don’t feel any pain, rather’ am very light with happiness knowing that plastics means life.
It’s 12:30 am, and I have to call it a day. It’s been a long day’s work and I have to sleep and prepare for a still longer day of meetings and work. I turned off my Mac and pulled all of my 250-lbs, tired, sleepy body upstairs. In the bedroom I look at my wife and the two kids, who still sleeps beside us. They’re all cuddled up with mommy in bed fast asleep. Aaah... the rewards of a long day’s work. And my big soft pillows - they seem so inviting and beg me to come, lie down and sleep. So I let all of my tired, heavy weight. body collapse on the bed. “Arrgh! What in good heavens was that that I laid on?!” I screamed in my mind not wanting to wake my love ones. It feels so hard and rough that it hurts so much and wakes all my senses. I feel like I landed on a dinosaur. I leaped to turn my back only to find it really is a dinosaur! A toy dinosaur. So I removed it and exhaustedly went back to bed only to do another summersault. “Ok! which species is it this time?!” I murmured. It’s not a specie, it’s a plastic tea cup.
Plastics. They’re everywhere in our home. You’ll find them in the bedroom, in the family room, kitchen, car and even when I go to the bath, there’s a squeeky rubber ducky watching me scrape my face when I shave. To me, the more places they are scattered, the more happy I become knowing that these things are signs of life. These means life is budding with energy and creativity and imaginations. My kids armed themselves with joy and laughter, only a guardian angel could understand. I know that they are in the pink of health because they are very active and full of enthusiasm.
Sure I hurt my back and feet with my plastic encounters, but I don’t feel any pain, rather’ am very light with happiness knowing that plastics means life.
