A few teachings, if you will

How quickly one forgets how fast clean clothes become ready to be laundered. Ah yes, in my eventful day-to-day life, this is what appears to be worth mentioning out of all things that have happened in the last few days. How sad that seems as I quickly read over what I just wrote. It's as if life right now is caught in the middle area waiting for something to happen. That is of course not to day that I am idly waiting, on the contrary. I am actively persuing, diligently working, trying my hardest, etc., etc. Life is warming up before the game starts. A game in which I don't know the rules or even what the game itself is. So alas, my need to do laundry tomorrow stands out as important. There are no hidden meanins here, no philosophical teachings or thoughts I can impart in this. In no way does "laundry" stand for something deeper. The few sentences using the "game" metaphor maybe mean something, but other than that you have just spent a few minutes learning that I will most definately cleaning my clothes tomorrow so that I can be fresh and ready for another week. Instead of finding out some deep and dark secret about me, you now know that I don't have any more running or soccer shorts left and am very much out of underwear. That my friends is better than philosophy. That my friends is better than a juicy secret from my past. That my friends is simplicity in a not so simple city. Enjoy it. Take it in. Soak it up. And remember, clean clothes don't make the man, but they do make him a cleaner man.