Good Stuff

It is a beautiful crisp fall day. A day that never seemed to come. The heat of the summer has carried what to me seems long into the fall. Still, the leaves have changed, and the breeze is cool.

So I have a moment to speculate. Speculate on life. What matters most? Least? What is truly special.

Friendship. Friendship is priceless, miss-understood, and vastly underrated. Friendship gets lost in definition. I think most people remember friends from a good place. However, the mark of friendship, is when you are in a bad place, and you find your friends with you. Friends are the ones who show up with a torch when you are lost in the dark, and sometimes don't even now it. I love my friends. I feel truly rich when I look at my friends.

Chocolate. Chocolate is priceless, often misunderstood, and yes at times vastly underrated. Like friendship its complexities can be vexing. You have your traditional chocolate. Good, loyal, affordable, and trustworthy. Then you have your dark chocolate. A little mysterious. Richer, more exotic. Further still Chocolateers push the envelope (that's a career, Chocolateer) with REALLY DARK chocolate. This is essentially a large cocoa bean picked off of some remote mountainside in between skirmishing drug cartels. This is truly the devils fruit. Oh yeah. This is the stuff that you buy your spouse when you have either screwed up, or anticipate capture from a screw-up (at-least that's what they tell me). Then there is the super expensive by the pound Godiva Chocolates. I have never done anything wrong enough to have had the privilege of such a purchase. Godiva says, "Yeah I did it. I'm very very sorry. May I please have my testicles back?"

I hope that someday when I am sitting alone in a cave of darkness; sullen after whatever screw-up I have incurred upon myself a friend will emerge holding a torch. And some chocolate.