I had no idea it was Ash Wednesday.
I had no idea as I was stuck at home all day, mostly watching super Tuesday.
Cabin fever forced me out by five thirty and it was while driving around town that I noticed the ubiquitous black crosses on the foreheads of the faithful.
Ash Wednesday.
From ashes you have come and to ashes you shall return.
As tempting as it was to make a dash to the nearest church to acquire my own reminder of mortality, I knew it was too late in the day, and that the services had all ended. Plus, I was a bad Catholic and needed no extra reminding of where I was possibly headed in a few decades.
Ash Wednesday - a romantically hopeful concept with a very morbid twist to it. You are reminded to be good lest you die tomorrow. It makes me think of old roses and small country churches with their own cemeteries conveniently located at the back.
It also makes me think about what a shame it would be if I were to die without having taught that class, taken that film course or properly learnt how to bang the drums. We all think we need more time to get things done – but when given it, squander it away on useless hours in front of the telly mulling over the imperfections in our lives. What irony.
I should stop now before this turns into a piece about my current snarling nihilistic thoughts.
Let’s stop with the romantic image of old roses and even older chapels.
I had no idea as I was stuck at home all day, mostly watching super Tuesday.
Cabin fever forced me out by five thirty and it was while driving around town that I noticed the ubiquitous black crosses on the foreheads of the faithful.
Ash Wednesday.
From ashes you have come and to ashes you shall return.
As tempting as it was to make a dash to the nearest church to acquire my own reminder of mortality, I knew it was too late in the day, and that the services had all ended. Plus, I was a bad Catholic and needed no extra reminding of where I was possibly headed in a few decades.
Ash Wednesday - a romantically hopeful concept with a very morbid twist to it. You are reminded to be good lest you die tomorrow. It makes me think of old roses and small country churches with their own cemeteries conveniently located at the back.
It also makes me think about what a shame it would be if I were to die without having taught that class, taken that film course or properly learnt how to bang the drums. We all think we need more time to get things done – but when given it, squander it away on useless hours in front of the telly mulling over the imperfections in our lives. What irony.
I should stop now before this turns into a piece about my current snarling nihilistic thoughts.
Let’s stop with the romantic image of old roses and even older chapels.
1 comment:
cut to two years later:
Film course done.
Take that you losers!
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