As usual this morning, there is usually one song – and usually one song only – that is set on replay in my brain as I step through the door for my walk. The song de jour at 6:35 a.m. was Clocks by Coldplay.
There are two lines of the wonderful lyrics that caught my attention. I’d sung the words to myself many times but until today’s stroll had never really applied them to the purpose of my daily jaunt:
Am I part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease?
I’m sure on a good many things I am part of the disease. But it is this one sliver of doing good where I might contribute to the solution. After 90 minutes of stowing all manner of junk in a thinly stretched bag, it occurs to me there are a whole lot of people who could use some sort of vaccine to remedy their habitual slovenliness.
That, or a lobotomy.