cards. and obama.

was blaring my mp3 playerand ignoring everything around me as i danced off my delayed train onto the South Orange platform. i was completely naive to the rock salt that was scattered about the ground as it clashed with my somewhat trendy yet college budget high heels. i'm fairly certain that this music-salt-high heel combination is going to be the death of me. regaining my balance and composure (kind of), i pranced down the stairs with the same palpable anxiousness that all commuters have when they are trying to get home. this time, i was sure to watch my step--and on the ground laid a beat up queen of diamonds. i spotted a garbage can and figured i would pick it up and go green. but as i was headed toward the garbage can and a little bit of liberalism, i saw a jack of diamonds. then a ten of diamonds. so, i thought i would either get a full deck of beat up cards, or do my part to save the world. either way it's a win-win. i started wondering why i picked them up. clearly this bizarre trail of cards was god injecting a metaphor into my life. i also started wondering what the hell i was going to do with three dirty, stomped-out, rain-soaked cards.

obviously blog about them.

i started thinking what happens when a card (or three) goes missing from a full deck--and in sequence and suit none the less. it made me want to learn how to be good at poker. but more importantly, this sequence is missing from someone else's deck. was it an intentional move from the owner to dismiss these cards, or was it an accident? or perhaps it was at the hands of someone else. maybe it was a sequence that was passed onto me for a reason.

if someone "isn't playing with a full deck of cards," they are usually considered stupid. if someone's "house of cards" collapses, their life is usually falling apart. i don't have enough for a house, and certainly not enough for a full deck, but i would like to think i am fairly intelligent and my life is just getting started, not falling apart. so maybe the metaphor is greater than the cliches that we typically stumble across. maybe it's just a sequence in a series of something much bigger. but who's sequence and why?

and to think i almost threw the cards away. but that's me, changing the world one blog; one metaphor at a time.

Yes. We. Can.
-k.