shiny boot man

today i went to the museum of contemporary and modern art.

after walking around on a few floors, stopping, and staring (like a good little art observer), i sat on a bench across from a television with an artsy video playing.

not your typical artsy video. no kneeling nudes or anything. i just sat there, staring into the tube, while a military boy shined his leather (leetha) boots.

at first i thought, "boring". then, i became glued to it. like - it was relaxing or something. yeah, i know - kinda freaky, but very joy abare.

so ... i sit there.

still sitting.

and then i started thinking.

here this guy is. polishing, and polishing, and polishing.

making them so very shiny. so shiny that another guy sat next to me, watched the video for about 27 seconds and then said, "shiny enough for me!"

and my mind was roaming (trying not to be too distracted by the fanny-pack clad man that was sweating enough for the both of us).

i thought, "dang. this poor boot shiner is going through so much to make his boots presentable, and then after a few minutes of marching it'll all be done."

i think maybe we do that.

we spend most of our lives trying to make ourselves presentable. shining and shining, when it is all so useless in the end.

we rub and rub, and people just want us for who we are.

stop rubbing, and start being.