Contradictions:My Life

A Plastic Bag.

We’ve all seen one floating around on the highway and that moment right where you think you will half to swerve and not hit it (even though its only plastic and could do no harm to a car) it gets whisked away by the wind. It travels farther and farther up, and as we come to pass to plastic bag we tried so hard to miss, we think about if that were us. We think what if we could just be whisked away time and time again, that right before moments of impact we could just be lifted up into the sky.

The moments are only fleeting. One infinitesimal second leads into another. Time stops, time slows, Time gets faster, and only not knowing when time is shifting is the trick, to be a plastic bag to flit around without a care in the world. Time has no restraint or pressure on the plastic bag. Who knows how long it will survive before being torn to shreds by wind pressure, a car, who knows.  

The bag is simple yet beautiful. It’s honest, and as simple as its going to get. There are no lies inside the plastic bag; there are no trenches to dig up. Before life can get its grip back on the bag it goes away. It is lifted above the hate above the sorrow.

Oh to be a plastic bag.   

When life gets hard it makes us think of the simple things. Whether it be a plastic bag or a pure white dress. Our minds go to how we wish our lives turned out to be. We worry if we have enough time to get out.    

The plastic bag is oh so different from us yet so similar. Our moments are fleeting one moment leading into the next. We can’t make time stop, but we can slow it down we can reflect we can rise above all the crap. But, unlike the plastic bag we our weighed down by the world.

What a pity it is to not be a plastic bag.