10000 Days

Your boy has existed for 10,000 Days. Time for a few shout outs.

I woke up this morning.
Smiled at the rising sun.
Three little notifications…
were on my Samsung.
Singing songs.
A melody pure and attention-grabbing.
Saying “this is my message to you-ooh-ooh”

Foremost, if it weren’t already clear, this is a tongue-in-cheek celebration. To shout out another earth pirouette is not to diminish the very real implications of seeing that you’re not supposed to make it past 25 in major media outlets from a young age. I never believed I was that kid, because of the home and family I was blessed into, and in many ways I am scratching the surface of appreciating with the gained perspective of 27 years. I couldn’t “thank” or “shout out” everyone I’m grateful for from the past 365, let alone 10000 days, though I do take vitality less for granted.

It’s hard to wax nostalgic over a time and place where I focused on breathing and taking first steps. I know what it meant for my grandmother to move back from Spain as a toddler, but I don’t recall the world immediately before it. I remember wading through a campus — a land of perpetual autumn — but it would take a few years before I could process that that wasn’t the typical sibling situation for kids in my neighborhood.

When I think of hard times and high points, 8, 10, 18, 23, it is fun to conger all the moments that once seemed so significant now faded in the annuls. In another 10000 days, hours, or minutes, this article may seem so trivial.

Nonetheless, for those who’ve supported and shared these 10000 days with me, especially my Folks, thank you.

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