Thought Nibblets

I was rushing to class because I left my room a little later than I was supposed to. It was the normal run taking the short cut route and running to the parking garage elevators that take you up 7 floors instead of 4 like the elevator in the other building. Of course, there's about 30 other students waiting to cram into the single elevator that comes down so we wait in tense awkwardness, iPods stuck in our ears and eyes downcast. We quickly cram into the elevator like a ship in a bottle and the elevator doors slowly slide shut. But this wasn't like every other day when the elevators slide shut. On this particular day, like in the movies, the elevator doors slowly slide shut to reveal a black sharpie-d graffiti message neatly written in print. It said "He is imaginary". It is very abnormal to see graffiti on campus so everyone in that elevator stared at those words for a good 15 seconds before we all quickly filed out to our regularly scheduled lives. No philosophical bantering, no bible verses, no words of hate. Yet such simple words can truly shatter a person's world. In the moments you fill burned out, the times it seems like He is imaginary where your soul is dark. You start to think "Some fine fanciful fairytale I've convinced myself to believe"...

LISTEN. Wake up just before the sun rises. Put your running shoes and your track shorts on. Don't take your iPod. Walk outside, touch the dew licked grass, the muddy earth and take a breath of the sharp morning air. Run until your legs feel as though they're no longer part of your body and then sit down gulping your water to see the sun rise. Then say have the guts to say, "He is imaginary".