Walter White told his wife in Breaking Bad
he did it for himself. He was good at it. He liked it. He felt alive.
We should all be so lucky.
Still, his story is not without its massive complications.
Then, there’s real life.
WARREN — The death of inmate Micah Boland Friday evening at the Maine State Prison in Warren has been classified as a homicide, according to the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner. http://knox.villagesoup.com/p/inmate-death-ruled-a-homicide/1135798
When I walked through crosswalks between prison industries and cellblocks hours earlier that morning had he seen me, had I seen him?
What was he good at? What did he like? Did he feel alive those final few hours?
Like the dawn leaving my first hospice midnight to 7am sitting vigil with the dying musician many years before, when to buy a cup of coffee and donut in streaming sunlight felt like the most liberating gift ever -- I returned to the same place by the pond, filled paper cup with coffee, took two donuts in brown bag, and sat in car across from Habitat for Humanity just looking out at what is good, what is liked, and what feels alive.
It’s all about complications -- isn’t it?