Post by Redd on May 31, 2017 12:52:19 GMT -5
Why?
There is only one question in life, the only one that matters. Why? That’s it, once you understand the question and answer it, then life is easier to deal with.
The scene opens up at McDonald s.
Redd is sitting a small table near the east side close to the glass doors. He has in front of him a big mac combo. He doesn’t care much for the fries. He has always thought the fries there tasted like deep fried toothpicks with salt. But he was hungry and thought he could stomach them today. He was wrong. He pretty much left the fries untouched. Fries scattered all over his tray, as he has searched through the entire box for ones that weren’t so small and overcooked. He found maybe a small handful that he considered edible.
Sitting in a table behind him is a young mother with her 4 year old son. She has in front of her what he thinks is a chicken sandwich and the boy has a chicken nugget happy meal. He knows this because the boy has a french fry in one hand and a ketchup dipped chicken nugget in the other. The mother has on a flower Sunday dress, she has brown blonde hair and isn’t a day over 25. She has a large ring on her left ring finger, which can only mean one thing, she married someone with money. Good for her. The boy has on blue jean shorts that were ingeniously woven with the top half of overalls. He has light brown hair and little Nike tennis shows. He looks happy, he walks around the table every so often taking a bite of his fry or nugget. He is exploring his little section of the world. And I remember being that age. Thinking that McDonald s. was a mad labyrinth. That there was a secret world underneath and that if I could find the secret way in all would be revealed. I imagined Ronald McDonald in a Lego built world, where burgers and fries were everywhere, where toys came to life and there was no darkness just sunlight and happiness. A small part of me wished I could have stayed that age, but a bigger part of me wished that secret world would have been real.
I hear the boy speak.
“Mom is the world big?”
“Yes hun it is, bigger than anything you can think of”
“Why?”
“Cause that’s how good made it.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Am I going to heaven with God one day.”
“Yes of course, we all are.”
“why?”
“Because that’s where good people go.”
“What about the bad men in jail?”
“Some of them too.”
“Why?”
“Hun just finish your food so we can go home OK?”
The boy smiles.
“Why?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Why cant we just stay here?”
“This isn’t our home”
“Why?”
I understand now that this is her first child, and shes being overwhelmed by something simple, that anyone with more than one child would know how to handle.
The most powerful and annoying question in the world is why.
Why do you see the world as you see it? That would be a question for Jackson. You answered some questions in your last promo. But none of the questions had any substance. None of the questions mattered. You answer questions that do mean much of anything. Jackson why do you fight? What matters to you? What do you stand for and most importantly why? Why do you matter? Why must we care? What purpose do you serve and why? Why are you on this earth? Why? Why? Why?
To answer that question is to be god of your own mortality of your own life of your own world.
Why?
I stand up and I can hear the boy still asking those why questions? And I can see his mom just stumped. I walk with my tray going over to dispose of it, I pause for a moment in front of the young mother and son, I look over at him and say “You want to know why?” He nods yes with a big smile. I respond “cuss”. His eyes open wide and says “ohhhhh”. I look over at the mother who has a look of dumbfounded. I nod and I walk away, dispose of the contents of the brown tray, put it on top where the others are as well. I walk away, and the last thing I see from the corner of my eye is the mom with a small smile and the boy still walking around working on a new fry and new nugget.
Cuz.
The only answer why will accept.
So the question stands Jackson. And I am not a four year old. I will not accept cuss.
..Fade...to….Darkness…...
There is only one question in life, the only one that matters. Why? That’s it, once you understand the question and answer it, then life is easier to deal with.
The scene opens up at McDonald s.
Redd is sitting a small table near the east side close to the glass doors. He has in front of him a big mac combo. He doesn’t care much for the fries. He has always thought the fries there tasted like deep fried toothpicks with salt. But he was hungry and thought he could stomach them today. He was wrong. He pretty much left the fries untouched. Fries scattered all over his tray, as he has searched through the entire box for ones that weren’t so small and overcooked. He found maybe a small handful that he considered edible.
Sitting in a table behind him is a young mother with her 4 year old son. She has in front of her what he thinks is a chicken sandwich and the boy has a chicken nugget happy meal. He knows this because the boy has a french fry in one hand and a ketchup dipped chicken nugget in the other. The mother has on a flower Sunday dress, she has brown blonde hair and isn’t a day over 25. She has a large ring on her left ring finger, which can only mean one thing, she married someone with money. Good for her. The boy has on blue jean shorts that were ingeniously woven with the top half of overalls. He has light brown hair and little Nike tennis shows. He looks happy, he walks around the table every so often taking a bite of his fry or nugget. He is exploring his little section of the world. And I remember being that age. Thinking that McDonald s. was a mad labyrinth. That there was a secret world underneath and that if I could find the secret way in all would be revealed. I imagined Ronald McDonald in a Lego built world, where burgers and fries were everywhere, where toys came to life and there was no darkness just sunlight and happiness. A small part of me wished I could have stayed that age, but a bigger part of me wished that secret world would have been real.
I hear the boy speak.
“Mom is the world big?”
“Yes hun it is, bigger than anything you can think of”
“Why?”
“Cause that’s how good made it.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Am I going to heaven with God one day.”
“Yes of course, we all are.”
“why?”
“Because that’s where good people go.”
“What about the bad men in jail?”
“Some of them too.”
“Why?”
“Hun just finish your food so we can go home OK?”
The boy smiles.
“Why?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Why cant we just stay here?”
“This isn’t our home”
“Why?”
I understand now that this is her first child, and shes being overwhelmed by something simple, that anyone with more than one child would know how to handle.
The most powerful and annoying question in the world is why.
Why do you see the world as you see it? That would be a question for Jackson. You answered some questions in your last promo. But none of the questions had any substance. None of the questions mattered. You answer questions that do mean much of anything. Jackson why do you fight? What matters to you? What do you stand for and most importantly why? Why do you matter? Why must we care? What purpose do you serve and why? Why are you on this earth? Why? Why? Why?
To answer that question is to be god of your own mortality of your own life of your own world.
Why?
I stand up and I can hear the boy still asking those why questions? And I can see his mom just stumped. I walk with my tray going over to dispose of it, I pause for a moment in front of the young mother and son, I look over at him and say “You want to know why?” He nods yes with a big smile. I respond “cuss”. His eyes open wide and says “ohhhhh”. I look over at the mother who has a look of dumbfounded. I nod and I walk away, dispose of the contents of the brown tray, put it on top where the others are as well. I walk away, and the last thing I see from the corner of my eye is the mom with a small smile and the boy still walking around working on a new fry and new nugget.
Cuz.
The only answer why will accept.
So the question stands Jackson. And I am not a four year old. I will not accept cuss.
..Fade...to….Darkness…...
