The Blind Man

As usual, I woke up and left the Castle Apartment building to go on my run. However, after thinking about the nagging of my parents mixed with the lingering hangover reminding me of my successful night, I decided to take a new route to make it longer. I knew the extra exercise and physical exertion would ease my mind and body. I was also motivated by knowing that the extra exercise would improve my body even more- if that's even possible, for the future nights of putting of my future as my parents want me to plan. As I was running, I was about to pass the clinic when I noticed an older man sitting on the side. After immediately sympathizing for the man, I found some coins in my Nike shorts and dropped them in his little bowl in front of him. Right after the coins made the cling of contact with the bowl, he shouted so loud that I could hear through my Ipod headphones. He yelled, "What will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence". I dismissed it right away and thought to myself wow this man is out of his mind- I am never running this way ever again. When I walked through my average blue painted door with only a 3 paainted on, I could hear my phone ringing. It was my parents. Ten missed calls already. That's when the words of the old man resounded in my head-what will come will come, what will come will come. That's exactly what I needed to hear. Reassurance that I'm not the only one who believes that what's meant to happen will happen. Screw everything my parents have put me through. Nagging me to figure out what I want to do-let me figure it out on my own time so I can actually be motivated. Cutting me off from my rightful money and only paying for this disease infected apartment in the middle of God knows where. What will come will come. Damn straight it will. At least my parents can't control my entire life and I can continue to enjoy my life, girls, and girls who appreciate my body.