Pawns in the Sun
Rock Ninja! encounters the rules of a summer concert at BFD
Once at our dojo, I sprinted upstairs and slammed the bedroom door. I began rereading my jaywalking violation. A strong feeling of angst bloomed inside of me. Interrupting this angry blood flow to my head was a gentle knock at my door. I turned the brass knob and found my grandfather in the hallway.
"How was the rock music festival?" he asked.
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"Terrible," I replied. "It seems that there are too many rules in this world. I did meet a kind soul named MCA, but he refused to take a photograph with me. He claimed that he was 'just a pawn.'"
My grandfather thought for a moment with his hands cupped near his face. "Would you take a photograph with a stranger?" he asked.
"No," I responded.
"Was MCA in good spirits, despite the regulations that plagued him?"
"Yes. Excellent spirits," I responded.
My grandfather took a deep breath and said, "MCA is wise. It is true, we are all pawns. But we must learn to enjoy the moment. MCA has transcended authority and found happiness." I pondered his observation. Looking at my jaywalking violation, I let out a mighty laugh. My grandfather was right, once again. Rules can only control you if you let them.
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