5 minutos meditar en la muerte

Once, I truly believed that all headphones are the same. Que realmente, no puedas comprar audífonos malos, especialmente tan malos.

Lesson learned. These headphones are actually terrible, tremendously ruining the quality of music and turning it into noise. Maybe this is what my mom hears when she listened to my rock music back in the day. I mean really, this is terrible. 

When I got here, I was having a particularly excellent day. I was on my way to the bus stop, it was a beautiful morning,  I felt on top of the world. I went through a period of about a week where I listened to Natasha Bedingfield pretty much every day... and I only have 3 or 4 songs of hers so I knew every single word that was going. In all seriousness, there I was, on a beautiful day, half skipping to the bus stop singing "the rest is still unwritten" back in February... and I happened to look down mid-half-skip to see the unmistakable dead body of a cat, eyes open, on its side, like it might have fallen over in place, its fur gangly and straw like, on end... Except for the flies now starting to gather, it might have been Avada Kedavra-ed. I kept half-skipping and didn't really miss a beat. Actually I think the most interesting thing of all of it is how unaffected I was. Hmm, dead cat.

And when I came back at the end of the day, dead cat was gone.

Now this was in front of una casa typically brimming with feline creatures, old, young, flaccos and gordos. So maybe the abundance of the creatures is what made it so passable... maybe it's because I really REALLY don't care for cats (or so I like to tell myself)... I wonder how I would have reacted if it was a dog laying there, eyes open, frozen dead on the sidewalk on my way to school.

But really, I think it was because I was on top of the world,mentally  and emotionally. On top of the world in happiness and peace. A dead body in my path would not bring me down. It didn't.

I can just not figure out the lesson in this experience.