In the world we live in, or at least in a world you or I might live in, there’s never a lack of events to look forward to. Some we’d be billing to bypass because they’ve ran their course, or we grow up.
Sometimes none of that matters. We still grow up but we still enjoy our friends, good food, and a little vino never hurt anybody.
The event I’m referring to is a gathering of friends to watch a major professional wrestling event that took place this past Sunday night. The specifics aren’t necessary, other than it was a good group of individuals, and I was honored to be invited and included.
Now I had no intention or idea that a story would come out of this. We’re at as simple as a bar as you’re going to find. The food is bar food, the drinks are your cold beers, well drinks (I’m not even sure what that is but ‘well drinks’ just popped up in my head), and for the contrarians like me, they do have a couple of bottles of wine.
With the latter part of what I said coming to fruition, I did buy a bottle. In hindsight I have no idea why I did. But for a short and long-term investment it was worth it, so I didn’t have to get up to keep ordering a drink. But in the long run, none of this really matters. More on that in a little while.
The wine was the 2014 Canyon Road Pinot Noir from you guessed it, Canyon Road. And there isn’t much to it. That sounds dismissive and I don’t meant it to be, but this is about as basic as a wine as you’re going to find. And I’ve seen it listed from $7-$10 in most places. The cheaper you can find it, the more it’s actually worth that price. I know that makes sense.
The wine has little, if any, structure. And you don’t need to be an expert to know, you want a a wine to bring something to the table. You might taste some cherry, get a little tannin, and a get a little soul. But all things considered, this wine will satisfy many. And when pickings are slim, there’s little room for complaining. I even waited a good 15-20 minutes for this wine to breathe, and not much changed. That’s when you know this as standard label and mass produced as a wine as there’s going to be.
The salad was as good as it’s going to be. I honestly don’t know what that means, as I think about it. Haha.
But going back to numbers, I want to focus on something else. The event we watched was all about numbers. We picked a number to match an entrant in said event, but also a number hoping we might win some money. That’s always fun. Not too much was committed, so the risk vs. reward was’t too serious. Well the reward always feels good if you win it.
Where I’m going with this, is recently I’ve had conversations with people (and myself) about how more and more they feel like just a number, like a spoke on the wheel, and an afterthought at times. The title of this post may evoke feelings of waiting in a deli line to pick up whatever, and that might feel pedestrian and robotic as anything. While in some universes that might be valid, it’s actually the furthest thing from the truth.
We’re all brought here to add value, we all come from the same source, and are all connected. And none of that says we’re just a number. We’re all spiritual beings that have arrived here to do some awesome things, enjoy the finer things in life (like good wine), but also to feel good as much as possible. Again, nothing about that entails that you and I are just a number.
Well might be a number. That number is 1. Because we’re capable of being the best to ourselves, to each other, and all the good energy that’s here on this planet Earth.
Sunday night I felt something and I can’t explain it, nor do I need to right away. Something felt uneasy but then it felt right. I hung with good friends but I also hung out with people I rarely see, or just met for the first time. We were all there for the same reason, and one of those was just to feel good.
And you can’t put any price tag or number, on feeling good.
I feel good right now, and I wish the same for you.
Peace Be With You.