Alright, as of yet nobody has “directly” asked me why I named my blog Road to Absolute Zero, but I’m positive everyone is dying to know. Instead of continuing to be a tease, I have decided to spill the beans.
The origin began by combining two of my obsessions. The first being the fabulous Talking Heads song “Road to Nowhere.” Not only is it a catchy tune, it emphasizes how life is not planned and that we’re all…… well that we are on a road to nowhere.
The second element derived from high school Earth Science class. That’s when I began clashing against the properties of the Mother Nature. I insisted having the keen eyesight to spot the bulge at center of the earth and that walking on the northern side of the street provided a bigger chill because it was further from the equator.
The last and one relevant to this story was my fascination about Absolute Zero. Scientists have come close to reaching the theoretical point where motion in molecules ceases to exist but I claimed to have halted their movement in an igloo created in my basement. Of course my argument was ludicrous, so I had to take my boasting to the highest level in order to be convincing.
Let’s now fast forward ahead many moons to when I was an adult. A time when I was a starving freelance nonsense essay writer and my Olympic gymnast girlfriend took an infinite break from me for training purposes. Okay fine, she was an average looking paralegal and we were both laid off at the same dead-end office job. Damn conscious making me feel guilty for fudging minor details. I mean the main part about not working and an eligible bachelor was still established.
Anyway, being unemployed and single had me sensing I reached rock bottom or as I renamed it, absolute zero. I was a jobless loser with a future of dying penniless and alone. There was no possible way that things could get worse.
Well the following week while tossing back a few “books” during a “networking event” at the local “library”, I lost my wallet and heard from a colleague that my ex-girlfriend was now engaged to a man nicknamed Handbone. That’s when I shook my finger in disbelief and thought “Life, you win. I thought it was impossible to sink any lower, but you proved me wrong. I promise to never doubt you again.”
So that is the evolution of The Road to Absolute Zero. It’s about moving forward on the road of life and taking the discouragements in stride. It’s not the end of the world or “Absolute Zero” if something detrimental happens and sulking about it only tempts fate to torture you again.
I won’t say it’s an optimistic “glass is half full” point of view. I am far from positive and those people with an uncanny knack of keeping everything upbeat are annoying. Nobody wants to listen to things like, “Well the grass really needed the rain” or “With the cable out, I had an opportunity to catch up on chores.”
I consider my outlook as “the glass is half empty but there’s plenty of water left to enjoy.” I have accepted that I am going to get knocked down frequently but I have to brush myself off and keep traveling onward. Make my own paradise out of what I have because complaining about my water level only helps to evaporates it further.
