Lil B, Randy Travis, And Enjoying The Little Things

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Sometimes it’s hard to see the big picture. The monotony of life wears wears you down, bills are paid, but a sense of hollowness ensues as you write the check to cover student loans/rent and wonder how long it will be until you can afford something better than a shanty straight out of Moonshiners.

Life is downright unfair. I have a fraternity brother that barely graduated, yet mommy and daddy hooked him up with a job that makes him bank. His only job is to sharpen pencils and not crash a forklift while he’s being groomed to take over a multimillion dollar company. Currently, he is on vacation in the Dominican Republic with his girlfriend that is, in all likelihood, with him for the money and posting heavily filtered pictures of them diving into the water. This guy was born on third base and thinks he hit a triple.

Hyperbole aside, I’ve found getting torn up over getting a less-than-ideal hand isn’t worth the time. I grew up privileged, my parents made too much money to get college assistance, but not enough to help. It’s a dog eat dog world, and I’m wearing Milkbone underwear.

It’s funny how sometimes something stupid like a movie or quote can resonate so well. For example, Zombieland taught me many things, such as avoiding strip clubs (#21), and the importance of cardio (#1), but Rule #32, to “enjoy the little things,” is such an important life lesson. I’m like every other person — on occasion, I’m a student at the Jelly School, but if there’s one thing that I’ve found that keeps my sanity, its Rule #32.

The little things are what make life worth living. The other day, I was walking into work. An exhausted-looking man was wheeling his equally exhausted wife to the cancer clinic. With stacks of paper in hand, bags and other stuff, the poor guy looked like he was near his breaking point. I hustled over and held open the door while they shuffled through. Several people walked by, and I was certainly not the closest, but seeing the small, appreciative look of thanks on the man’s face felt more rewarding than anything I’d do that day at work.

Spreading positivity is infectious. People know of Lil B through his curses and silly tweets, but the guy has some great messages of positivity.

He also is a student of Rule #32, enjoying little things, such as how lucky we are to have buttcheeks.

Sometimes life throws you a bone. Ever find your phone in the spot you’ve looked in four times, had a no wiper at the right time, missed all the red lights when you were running late, or go out drinking instead of doing something “more important” only to end up meeting a great girl? These are all little things we should appreciate and remember.

Only the extremely lucky are dealt the metaphorical pocket aces, and even then, a great hand in Hold ‘em sometimes loses. Life is more about making your own magic, playing with the hand you’re dealt, and sometimes pulling a Brunson and winning with the 10-2 off suit. Fake it till you make it, don’t put your hands in your pocket, and walk proudly with a purpose. Above all things, remember and cherish the simple, little things because that’s what counts.

To conclude, I’d like for everyone to listen to a song that a personal hero of mine, Hey Arnold’s Mr. Hyunh (Randy Travis pre-public nudity and intox) wrote, describing how important it is to keep in mind what really matters in life. .

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