The Corner of Hollywood and Vine by John Mundahl
I met a saint once, downtown L.A.,
In a small auditorium where she was giving a talk.
I don’t remember what she said,
Just her eyes as I gave her a flower.
They came from a place foreign to me,
Great peace amid a noisy world.
She took my flower and smiled,
And I knew for one moment
That I was everything to her,
That I was all she saw,
And a tiny candle
And I knew that I had worth
Just the way I was.
Later that night, when I left the auditorium,
I hugged the first beggar I saw
On the corner of Hollywood and Vine
And I went home happy.
I can still see his confused face.
Merriam-Webster defines confusion as "a state of mental uncertainty".
Speaking of confusion...someone posted a Facebook video where a camera was set up and various couples were asked who would they most want to have dinner with if they could. Some responses were Justin Bieber, Nelson Mandela, and various actors and actresses.
Then their kids were set before the camera and asked the same question. They all either said family or mom and dad. When the parents watched their kids' answers, they looked confused, then happy, then with disbelief they hadn't said the same thing.
Michael J. Gelb writes, “Confusion is the welcome mat at the door of creativity.”
Just try not to be confused about what really matters.
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