when i got home, i found my apartment had been broken into, and some of those superfluous, unnecessary, inconsequential things were taken, and others were broken or damaged. after the initial shock of feeling like my "safe place" was no longer safe, i surveyed everything, the police got involved, statements were given, things were fingerprinted, etc. and i went through pretty much everything that happens in the boring first two minutes of an episode of CSI. throughout this whole process, i was getting text messages, facebook messages, phone calls and emails from friends and family, asking if i needed anything, how i was doing. my first few responses were kind of teenagey and super annoying, with a bit of "i can't believe this is happening to me" and a little "i have no idea what i'm going to do" mixed in. gross. but as the morning progressed i realized that if i have all of these people i love and care for so much, why am i being such a whiney shitbag over some stolen electronics and some broken stuff? i still have what's important to me, and the things that were taken didn't define me as a person, so how would my life be different tomorrow than it was yesterday? you know what.... it may even be better.
a little after midnight this morning i started the day off on an unexpected, admittedly terrible note that i thought would define my days and weeks to come for a sustained period of time. what happened, because of the great people who i value more than any thing, is that this has been one of the best days of my life. it's amazing how having something as random (and ultimately inconsequential) as your apartment being broken into can totally shake you back into common sense. it'll be tough for a while but the best part of challenges is the opportunity you get to rise to the occasion and exceed expectations. i'm definitely looking forward to this one and i know it'll bring a whole lot more lessons and challenges with it. this is what makes life interesting and worth living, and if there's one thing i'm good at, it's facing a challenge head on and kicking it's ass.
anyway... the whole reason i'm writing this is because it's easy to get caught up in "things", but at the end of the day, these things that we sometimes associate with so strongly that they "become us" are just, things. in the arc of life a computer will not be the key to my success, and the lack of one will not be the cause of my failure unless i allow that to happen. so, fuck the shit you took from my apartment. i'm better off without it. the computers you took? tools that help me be great, but not the reason for my greatness (also, so much less ugly tangly wire clutter clusterfucks. i hate all of those wires, ugh). all of the work you took that i can't get back? an invitation to do it even better next time, and work harder than ever before. and the broken things from people and times that were important to me? a reason to grab life by the balls and live it up to make new memories.
it'll be a minute before i get to thank each of you personally for the kind messages of support throughout this weird day, but i did want to say this to all of you- having a few less "things" has freed up a whole lot of room in my head and my heart to realize, even in the few hours that have passed since all of this happened, that you're what matters to me, and that no one can ever take that away. i'm pretty okay with letting go of all of that other stuff, but you're all worth holding on to, and i'm sending you a big-ass bear hug tonight from the person just getting to know you makes me want to be, for being the good, kind, and generous people you are.
in a single word... thanks
your friend, zach
