Why I woke up this morning

I woke up that morning with Noel Gallager singing in my ear. He asked me,

"How many special people change?

How many lives are living strange?

Where were you while we were getting high?"

It reminded me that every morning it becomes a little harder to put both feet on the floor. What mysteries lay ahead? What vacancies were waiting to be filled by the expanse of my imagination?

O you little things, you mundane details that lay between the dawn and the dusk. You may be the very things that fill my days but you are not what makes me rise come morning.

I rise because there's joy

Because there's hope

Because there's family

Because there's friends

Because there's brothers

And limitless potential

Because there's times to celebrate

And times to grieve

Because there's a guitar on the stage

And people in the seats

Because there's beautiful girls

And beautiful views

Because there's unquestionable loyalty

And a whole lotta love

So later that night, the sun went down but the house lights went up and even though the myriad of life's small details were still there, moving around the outside of the crowd, the looming spectre of things yet to do and things still to be, I answered that singer's waking question:

Where was I Noel? I was on a stage, right where I was supposed to be.