When I saw it plastered on a wall somewhere in the city, it brought me up short.
I stepped back a few steps, stood there in front of it like a fool farm hick.
Blazoned across the three panels like a wakeup call:
Why do you get out of bed in the morning?
Some dare devil’s pictured on the billboard plunges off his surfboard:Fear of Failure
An astronaut lashes himself in for launch: The Need to Succeed
Some guy holds a a curling cat:The Love of Your Life
And I mean —
There’s work towering over you like a toppling avalanche about ready to bury you a couple feet deep, mocking you to go ahead and just try to get of bed. There’s bills stacked up like a deafening demand. There’s people counting on you and you’re counting on someOne stronger than you to get you through.
Why in the world do you get out of bed in the morning?