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Dec. 4, 2004 I have waited in a lot of places for many different reasons. I’ve waited for minutes, hours, and seasons. I’ve waited for classes to be over, water to filter, and daises to grow. I’ve waited in long lines at the supermarket, dozens of different doctors offices, and next to people I don’t know at the DMV. I’ve waited for a piece of toast to pop up, I’ve waited for time to pass, and time to arrive. I’ve waited on the other end of the line. I’ve waited on hold while listening to Phil Collins, I’ve waited while listening to Kenny G, I’ve waited while listening to Stevie Nicks. Once I waited to get on Top Gun at Great America, but it tuned out I was in the wrong line. I never rode. I have some acquaintance with waiting, and I know it can be a wretched rode to satisfaction. Nevertheless it’s something everyone must do. It’s really not so bad. Sometimes I feel like I am in an airport looking for a cardboard sign with my name across the front. I’m supposed to walk through the crowded unfamiliar room, recognize my name and know that some strange person is my ticket home. (Or wherever I’m going.) Sometimes it feels like my ride isn’t going to show, like I may be forced to hitchhike, or worse, walk it alone. I don’t think I’m in the wrong airport or anything. The wait probably isn’t even as long as it feels. I’m not in a rush, I’m not bored, I’m not unhappy with my current exclusive situation. I’m just waiting. Moving from day to day, patiently waiting for someone I’ve never seen. My harmony… My man with the cardboard sign…. My ride into the incredible. Who is this incredible that releases like rain, the tone that beats my heart? Who is this that drowns me with his very presence, takes my breath, yet keeps me alive. Although he is not perfect in form he should be the standard. He is the contrast between a boy and a man. Why do I wait for him? Because I’m a poet, not a lover. I have a guy friend whom I’ve known for years, who’s had eight more guitars than love interests. He was handsome, and fair, amusing, and kind. Sure to be a potential husband…… to someone. This guy was a keeper. I knew that whoever was fortunate enough to catch his eye, would be ever so grateful to learn of his loyalty. He was wonderful. Although several girls that I knew did, I never wanted to marry my friend. He was the ideal husband for any woman interested in creating beautiful things. The kind of husband that would lift his wife with loving arms, push her to her full potential, and help her to pursue the passions of her heart. One day it happened, he fell for a beautiful woman, a wife of noble character. Not only does he call her blessed, everyone around her does too. She is amazing. She is definitely worth all of his love. Recently I watched the documentary that Mat Kearney made. It was very interesting to get a quick glimpse into the life of this intricate creation. Mat’s words that speak his character in his songs are congruent with the man in the video. He was himself, a kind-hearted gentleman. Who knows what he was expecting in return for being real in front of a camera, but I am sure little girls all over the world are “falling head over heels” with the image of the ideal man. Mat reminded me a lot of my friend, he seems to care an awful lot, and is a solid foundation planted in the midst of his eclectic style. Although he could very well be in the beginning stages of stardom, I know we would get along great. If I were to say Mat is out of my league it would seem kind of offensive, maybe I just don’t want to believe it. It does however seem to classify Mat as some sort of item that can’t be reached, instead of the down to earth person that I can see he is. Of course Matt is good-looking, but what has attracted me most is his writing. From the beautiful colors of lavender, and tangerine skies, to kisses for one girl, Mat has it down. Love for God, love for skies, and love for words. If I lived closer to Nashville, instead of somewhere between Eugene and Chico, we might have a better chance of introduction. So my point? It’s mostly the wait, and the knowledge of what a man should be like, that’s got me dreaming of the possible. Not to worry that I am obsessed in any way with Mat Kearney, I simply think he is attractive, artistically, lyrically, and spiritually. Writing this down, and reading it on occasion will keep me from settling for less than amazing, less than greatness, less than romance to it’s utmost degree. I’m on the right track, I’m in the right place, I’m in the right line. I’m at the right airport. I’m waiting for Mat Kearney. Or someone a lot like him. I know that if he’s like my friend, he’s worth any wait. ------------ About the author: Mechele Cassells is 22. One day she will own her own radio station, write a couple books and get married. In the meantime she'll just play guitar, drink coffee, and eat dictionaries. That's the life! Email: mecheolight@aol.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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