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Shugo Tokumaru - La La Radio

It’s a few days after my birthday and I’m still reeling from the effects of post-what-the-hell-I’m-getting-way-old-and-there’s-still-so-much-to-do syndrome AKA mid-mid life crisis. As I write this, the whole age business starts to hit again and insignificance starts seeping into the grey matter and the big red glob in my chest.

“What have you done today?”

Moments and thoughts like these don’t necessarily force me into anything, but in a sense prompt me to look at what’s around, who’s around, and what I’ve done. I look up and it’s an expansive blue sky, it’s a 10 story tall redwood, it’s the deer hanging out, it’s the thousands of people on this campus everyday that I will never meet much less even see, and in the end its what’s in front of the mirror next to the door. There is obviously no such thing as complete and utter control over this world, this reality, but the 6 degrees of separation, the eye contact, the touch, the smell, the intangibles, that’s what keeps the world turning, and it’s what keeps my world in constant rebirth. We’re not just getting old really, but more or less rings within a tree, layers and layers of the stuff this world gives and takes.