Cross my fingers and close my eyes. Pray for rain and the night sky.

And I like to think that we’ve all got our combinations.  I like to think that we’re all collections of unique little details and interests that blend and mold into a voice and a face and a body.  Blue-eyed or brown, freckled or pale.  Short hair and long hair and no hair and then all of a sudden I sound a little bit like Dr. Seuss.

But really, I just keep thinking about the impact of order in our lives.  The timing and structure of every moment that somehow plays itself into a larger picture that only comes into focus in the curved lens of hindsight.  And we say things like “everything has a reason” and “all good things must come to an end,” but really we’re just trying to frame the complexities of life in proverbial phrases. 

If everything really has a reason, then there’s a reason you’ve got two middle names and I have one, and I don’t really buy that.  And if we’re spending our lives waiting for the good things to end, we’re wasting whatever we’re given.  I think there is beauty in simplicity and there is grace in everything.  I think there are ways to make sure that no good thing ever ends.

So you could say that I’m naïve.  Or you could say that I’m blindly optimistic.  You could say that carpe diem is trite and overrated and you could say that I should try to fit better into a box.  Maybe you’re right, but I think that we’re more than the sum of our parts.  Maybe you’re right, but I think that it’s better to be a little bit of everything than completely one thing.