Periodically, I get into my parrothead mood and break out my Jimmy Buffet collection. It just has a way of relaxing most situations, adjusting your attitude to the rhythm of the ocean. There is just something about his lyrical storytelling that appeals to me as well. One of my favorites...
"He went to Paris looking for answers, to questions that bothered him so..."
I can relate. Not that I have ever been to Paris, but the questions. They come to haunt when I look at my boys, my wife or when I am on a heavy coffee bender.
Why are people starving in one country, while we super size in another?
Why is it that some kids can't get the medical attention they need, neither affording it or having access?
Why do people hurt people hurt people...?
Why are there lonely people slowly wasting away in crowded neighborhoods?
These questions pull heart strings, stoking cooling embers into roaring flames. They are the things we are passionate about. They make us mad and you read about them on our blogs as we rail against injustice. Why...battered women, neglected kids, famine, disease, economic depression...why, why, why...the list goes on and on and on...
If we leave it at "why" we are left with angst and little release. We wait for someone to do something, when we only ask "why." We have to ask "how" and "what". What can I do? How can I get involved? Facing our questions, chasing our passions can be intimidating. They can seem so big, our effort so small. I guess the alternative is to do what jimmy buffet would do..."pour me something tall and strong, make it a hurricane, before I go insane" and hope it numbs the feelings our passions stir. Life seems too short, to waste it away...in Margaritaville or elsewhere.
What questions stir you heart?
Disclaimer: Jimmy, if you happen to be reading this, I mean all the positive statements at the beginning and hope you don't mind the liberties of playing off your songs later in the post.