I like "the efficiency of skipping along with song" - very true; our attitude can act as a technology that can either hamper or smooth our movement through life - I see these people for whom every moment is crafted into constant complaints, little do they know how much weight this negativity bring onto themselves.
I also like the question about how peace can bring out violence in others - the truth is that for people who are deeply anxious and unhappy, seeing someone serene is actually frightening - it hurts and upsets them, so they wish to make the other as disturbed as they are.
All and all and interesting reflection about encountering life's little frustrations (the rocks and branches) and sliding past them as water off a duck's back.
The flippancy of the last line puts it into whimsical perspective - at the end of the day, if finding a quesadilla is a problem, well, life is pretty good.
Thanks for sharing, Sebastien.
On the way down after letting
The caressing, gentle air brushes past me as I skip gleefully through the cemetery on my way home. It just seems much faster than walking and I pass the time singing Morrissey's "Cemetery Gates," coincidentally, to myself.
Content and aware of the warmth of the sun and the birds racing between songs and trees;
until I am pelted with rocks and branches!
I drop to one knee whimpering on the way down after letting out a high pitched squeal.
I hear the hiss of another branch slicing through the air like a sharp knife as it summersaults to my head!
That one hurt as confirmed by another piercing squeal that sends the very birds I was admiring into a scatter like fireworks throughout the sky.
The aching hum in my head is shadowed by a low, soft giggling; a contented distant roar echoes as the bullies cease fire and pleased with themselves, walk off into immediate reflection. Never mind that their clothing was not color coordinated and one of them had a half-tucked shirt with a stain. Like, helloooo... who taught them how to dress!?
How can they not appreciate the efficiency of skipping along with song, nature and fresh air? What is it about peaceful behavior that brings out violence in others?
I quickly resumed my skipping, more briskly and quite shaken as I retreated to the refuge of my room and half eaten quesadilla.
It's really hard to get a good fast-food quesadilla these days.