Letting it be...

Life seems to be just a continuous opening of one can of worms after another doesn't it? For those familiar with Chemical Engineering terms, almost like a CSTR (Continuous Stirred Tank Reactor). You enter a phase thinking you'll pass through with minimum turbulence, and then the stirrer kicks in and just mixes in all the issues you wanted to avoid. No, I'm not depressed. Quite the opposite really. I'm strangely happy.

Life has been turbulent lately, there's no denying that. It's hard to find a job, still waiting on response from graduate school, and lets not even get started on the love life, but the cloud that was fogging my mind is starting to clear. I might sound completely insane for saying this but it was all thanks to a dream I had involving a very famous personality.

John Lennon has no idea who I am. He died several years before I was even born. Perhaps the only connection we have is that we both adopted New York City as our home. I guess that, and the fact that I love his work, was enough of a connection for him to pay me a visit. Obviously, the entire thing was just my subconscious telling me what I was consciously rationalizing or avoiding, but I still like to give Mr. Lennon the credit. I mean, it could have been a giant green blob telling me the same thing, but it was not, it was John Freaking Lennon! Can't ignore that now can I? I woke up the next morning mulling over "his words" and felt great. My same problems were still present, but I suddenly felt like my mind had the clarity to deal with them, and that things really would get better one day. I've been thinking of paying a visit to his memorial at Central Park one of these days and paying my respects, even wrote a letter, but perhaps he already knows whatever it is I want to say. Someone said to me the other day, "You are talking about him as if he's God or something." Clearly, that's not true, but is it so hard to believe that someone who inspired millions of people, who had so many great things to say, who wanted people to stop hurting each other can actually reach out to someone who's troubled and in need of some guidance? If there's any way the universe can send him a message for me, I don't want to tell him how his work has inspired me, I don't want to tell him how great his music or that I will make sure my children, if I ever have any, will grow up hearing his songs. I would simply like to say the following: Mr Lennon, sir, thank you for saving whatever little bit of sanity I have left.