In Heaven I Will Find Ten Dollar Bills

I have had one of those days when I feel kind of blah. There is nothing that I can put my finger on, but I would have preferred to have stayed in bed. It is just one of those days when there is nothing that catches your imagination or interest.

 

I received an automated call from the library to tell me that I had something to pick up and I was kind of looking forward to seeing what I had put a hold on. Maybe it was a book I wanted to read, or a DVD of a movie that I haven’t seen or even a Carly Simon CD. When I got to the library I found that it was a Carly Simon songbook for the piano. Shit! Now I wish I had learned to play the piano. Oh well, at least I did get some exercise and I can buy a chance at a chance at $40,000,000. I can dream…

Walking home I walked on the grass by the curb in order to be kinder to my feet. I looked down and there on the ground was a ten dollar bill. This is one of those “Thank you God”, kind of moments. Don’t you just love it when that happens to you? The problem with these moments is yin and yang. Somewhere, someone is reaching into his or her pocket only to find that they are missing a ten dollar bill. That is their FML moment.

 

I have been paying attention to this kind of thing lately. Newton’s third law of motion applies to situations like this, “For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.” I am happy and someone else is sad. When I go to the sale of seized goods at the airport and am happy with my purchase, I know there is someone that is pissed off because they couldn’t bring the samurai sword in his carry on luggage. I didn’t say he was smart, I said he was pissed off. This is the way of the world I suppose.

For some reason, this got me to thinking about the origins of religions. I don’t know if there is a God or if there isn’t a God; that is something you have to decide on your own. I do know that all of the major religions are set as guidelines on how to be a good person and play nice with others. If I were a ruler of old I would want to find a way of controlling the population and to explain why shit things happen to them. I would want to give them a reward for working hard and being upstanding citizens. The reward wouldn’t come in this life, oh no that would cost money, but in the after life. In the after life there won’t be any sickness or suffering, no hard work and no one will be disappointed. It will quite literally be heavenly.

 

We all know that the people in power have abused their power from day one and we are the ones who need to suffer in silence. I can’t really complain as a middle class white man born in North America during the 50’s, my idea of hunger is not being able to eat until after my blood test at 8:00 AM. There are millions of people in the world that suffer in silence, they are always hungry and treated cruelly by their leaders. I sincerely hope there is a Heaven for those people, and a special kind of Hell for the leaders that treat them so badly.

My heaven will probably be much like the life I am leading right now. Surrounded by people that love me in spite of me, friends and all of the things I need to make this life comfortable. I suspect that in Heaven I will find ten dollar bills when I am walking down every street.