What is a trip to the store? Is this something you do when you are out of milk and honey... uh, milk and beer? Is it done when the baby is in the sink and the pampers are in the trash and you notice that there are no replacement huggies? Do you do this when you are lonely on a wednesday night and you just want to check out some hot MILF in the produce isles? It is all of this and more....
It is something you do whether you have the time to travel to the tundra to ride bare back on a carabou, or the energy to make a life changing journey to the grand canyon in order to pee off it at 2 am. A trip to the store fills the daily void. This is where we go to sustain ourselves on a regular basis. Yes, we do need to vacate our reality occasionally and travel to the beaches of Hawai'i. Of course we need to every so often replenish the soul with journeys to Thailand. But it is our trips to the store that keep us alive and going until those times come. This is the action that fills the emptiness in our daily grind. It is the profoundness of our everyday routine.
With the profundity we gain in the simplicity of going to buy the dish washing soap, we build the foundation of who we are. And we place the mortar in our foundations that makes it so that when we swim with the tigers in Hawai'i, we devour the moment, even if we are in turn devoured by those tigers. The trips to the store provide us with the food for our fidelity. The sustenance for our souls.
And so next time you are collecting the cleanser at costco, and you see that every checker is open, and there are forty people waiting at each one, smile and continue to relish the moment you are alive in. For this is a trip to the store.
