What's Your Message In The Bottle?
What's your message in the bottle?I had a dream the other night. Earlier in the evening I had watched Castaway starring Tom Hanks. This movie inspired my dream of both good and bad vibes and sides.
I was sitting on the beach with my friend Herman the Coconut. We talk often, Herman and I. He could tell that I was down and asked what was on my mind. I couldn't put my finger on it for two reasons. One, a barracuda bit that finger off and two, after a couple of years on an island, well you get a little wishy washy.
After going though some of the issues I was feeling with Herman, (he's such a great listener), he came up with what was wrong and a solution to this particular problem. As he told me, “Jake, there are many more to deal with.” I had to let my loved ones know how sorry I was for all of the things I had done wrong and to let them all know how much I loved them all.
Sounded simple but dang, there were a lot of people I had to write to. I wasn't sure if there was enough bamboo parchment on the island to handle it all. I talked to Earl, who had gone through a similar experience, and he said you have to do what you have to do. I asked “What about Earl?” He explained that even a short note would change the world for the people you had done harm to.
I have to admit, I never liked Earl. Ever since he started doing those Geico commercials, boy did he get some attitude. However, he did have a point. So I started the process of trying to open up. I never could share how I felt, let alone write them down on a piece of coconut parchment. I thought of everyone in my life first. I made a list and went down the list one by one.
I started at the beginning and I never realized the amount of emotion that poured out of me. As I went down the list I found it easier and easier to share how I really felt about everyone. I realized that I really didn't like some of them. I told them so and told them I had no regret for making their lives miserable.
I then reconsidered that train of thought as I did not want them to go through life knowing that someone really knew what they were like. Better to let them live in the little illusion they had created for themselves. If you have to feel good about someone, might as well be you.
I finally finished the last coconut parchment and Herman, Earl and I went through each one. They made a few corrections to grammar, but overall thought I was going in the right direction. I found the empty bottles of rum left from long ago and headed to the lagoon to make sure my family members all got the letters.
I threw each bottle in the lagoon. A beautiful aqua green paradise. I took good aim, and I'm glad to say that I hit every single person in the head that I had written to. I just love family reunions. I don't know why that was the last one I was invited to.
I was sitting on the beach with my friend Herman the Coconut. We talk often, Herman and I. He could tell that I was down and asked what was on my mind. I couldn't put my finger on it for two reasons. One, a barracuda bit that finger off and two, after a couple of years on an island, well you get a little wishy washy.
After going though some of the issues I was feeling with Herman, (he's such a great listener), he came up with what was wrong and a solution to this particular problem. As he told me, “Jake, there are many more to deal with.” I had to let my loved ones know how sorry I was for all of the things I had done wrong and to let them all know how much I loved them all.
Sounded simple but dang, there were a lot of people I had to write to. I wasn't sure if there was enough bamboo parchment on the island to handle it all. I talked to Earl, who had gone through a similar experience, and he said you have to do what you have to do. I asked “What about Earl?” He explained that even a short note would change the world for the people you had done harm to.
I have to admit, I never liked Earl. Ever since he started doing those Geico commercials, boy did he get some attitude. However, he did have a point. So I started the process of trying to open up. I never could share how I felt, let alone write them down on a piece of coconut parchment. I thought of everyone in my life first. I made a list and went down the list one by one.
I started at the beginning and I never realized the amount of emotion that poured out of me. As I went down the list I found it easier and easier to share how I really felt about everyone. I realized that I really didn't like some of them. I told them so and told them I had no regret for making their lives miserable.
I then reconsidered that train of thought as I did not want them to go through life knowing that someone really knew what they were like. Better to let them live in the little illusion they had created for themselves. If you have to feel good about someone, might as well be you.
I finally finished the last coconut parchment and Herman, Earl and I went through each one. They made a few corrections to grammar, but overall thought I was going in the right direction. I found the empty bottles of rum left from long ago and headed to the lagoon to make sure my family members all got the letters.
I threw each bottle in the lagoon. A beautiful aqua green paradise. I took good aim, and I'm glad to say that I hit every single person in the head that I had written to. I just love family reunions. I don't know why that was the last one I was invited to.
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