Look Mommy No Hands

There was a little girl on the 4/5 today. It was her, the nanny, and twin brother, that came on from the Borough Hall stop. She was adorable. She had "Moby Dick" in her hand. Not it literally, but you know kids these days are either not applying themselves or should be called "The Brain". I was always a fan of Nickelodeon. Being a kid is wonderful. And I'm essentially a taller version of that little girl who used to run in the rain and try to stay up late for Quantum Leap.

Being a child at heart keeps you present. The little girl on the train did not miss a step before she grabbed on to a pole in the middle of the fairly empty car and continued to read her novel. She was completely fearless. But it was because she didn't see the world. She embraced her surroundings and continued on with the experience. That space brought a smile. Fearlessness. Ernest used to say, "You are the chosen one". I believed him. I thought I was Neo. I assumed that I was God. Call it blasphemy, but I knew greatness was me. That kid reminded me of that place of no expectations, just chillin'. I loved it. For a minute, I didn't think about it. It... ain't shit... get it! WEEZY F BABY!

Maria is scared of heights, I'm scared of love, Janette doesn't recognize her gifts, Tabitha demands her voice to be heard, and Diane doesn't want anyone to quiet her voice and Noelani, Noa doesn't want to be controlled, but long ago we all lived in that place where we reached out of the car window and felt the wind on our hands. In that moment, all that mattered, was nothing at all.