An Open Letter to that One Grey Chest Hair…
Did you think that I was ignoring you there?
I saw you breaking up the Sean Connery-esque solidarity.
Growing longer than your black friends. As if you weren’t going to show up enough already.
You couldn’t just blend in with the whole Barry Gibb-ian vibe?
You seemed to come out of nowhere. It was like you appeared overnight.
But, make no mistake, I spotted you right away.
I should have known that one of you would appear eventually.
I mean… I did know.
I guess I just didn’t want to face it.
I don’t like change.
I resist it.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow once said, “All things must change to something new, to something strange.”
I wonder if people made fun of his last name.
So, while I am learning to accept you, or to ignore you, I do wonder why you are here. You know?
What is your purpose?
Are you here to remind me of the brevity of life?
I suppose it doesn’t really matter. What is important is how I react to you.
And I have decided to use your arrival as a kick in the ass. I’m going to use you as a reminder to seize the day and to take chances.
You will be a symbol for living in the moment.
You will remind me to go for it.
To set goals and to attain them.
You, my friend, are now a call to action.
I am NOT going to allow you to distract me! You won’t bring me down.
And, when I achieve my goals, I am going to thank you.
I will appreciate what you’ve done and–
Oh, screw it. I’m just going to pluck your ass out of there.