Life isn't always one big Line of succession

   One thing I learned and highly emphasize, is the fact that, If you have legs, Take the stairs. The elevator is a metaphor for life and how it will not wait for you. It will move on and because you were too lazy to take the stairs, you will probably wait until it comes back down. Don't wait around to take chances, do what you want to do.
 
   College is what you make it, take risks but stay focused. I'm not much of a religious person, except for the fact that I am studying into Buddhism, but titles are kind of a big thing. They're a big thing to me because you have worked for them, it was not a birth right nor handed to you (setting aside the whole King, Queen, Prince, Princess, heir to the throne crap). Especially as a manager, principal, dean--or in this case a Reverend. My College (yes, it's my college! huzzah! I have claimed it!) is Catholic, so there are a great amount of nuns and reverends. Although (to reiterate), I am not up to par with religion, I have respect and compassion for those that are religious and have religious titles. Today, I called a Reverend 'Professor' three times and the only thing he did was smile and tend to my needs (signing the slip that would grant me my music minor). Of course, I was unaware that he was a Priest/Reverend (are they the same thing?) but I still would have liked for him to correct me because titles are important (err--after today's lesson not so much anymore).
   I then remembered a documentary I saw on Netflix titled, "Ten Questions for the Dalai Lama" by film maker Rick Ray. This guy could only ask the Dalai Lama ten questions and they had to be legit or worthy of his answers, and within the documentary it was displayed that the Dalai Lama doesn't care about his title, he doesn't care to be worshiped, and he sees himself as a normal human being. The Dalai Lama respects those that choose to worship him and have festivals in his honor but it isn't imperative to do so. Back to the Reverend situation: When I became aware of his title, about 10 minutes after I left his presence, I wondered why he hadn't corrected me. I figured out that maybe titles aren't everything, they don't make you who you are they just identify how you're known to society/the world and based upon your title, people have a general sense of your skills and what you're capable of (titles aren't the real you). The Reverend had (A LOT) of patience with me. He understood that he knew what his title was and it didn't matter if no one else (especially a clueless stranger) knew. When you know who you are, it's okay if no one else does. Life is about patience, it goes by so fast its essential that you get out and make things happen. If you just sit back and enjoy the ride, when the time comes to get off, it'll be a familiarity so much so that you'll want to get right back on.

   On another note (not really) I picked a tiny--and very adorable-- flower and I wondered if I did the right thing. I could have just taken a mental picture of it and went on about my day. It made me think back to the balloons I let go, how nothing is permanent, and the certainty that humans have this intense need to possess. We are extremely brisk at calling things or people "Mine" when, in fact, we can not own one another and we shouldn't hold such intangible items so near and dear to our hearts. The appearance of a poor man's grave may be just a patch of dirt and a rich man's may be decorated with the finest of jewels but, when the holes were dug, they were both six feet deep.