Edward Scissorhands

I had to work Black Friday and it was as slow and miserable as anticipated; however, what I did not expect was to get some wisdom and uplifting advice. There is a painter by the name of Ed who shops at my paint store. He is a bit odd, always tells jokes and, at times, can be a tad irritating. Ed is 74 years old and still paints. To put his age into perspective, Eisenhower was in office when he started painting 50 years ago. Started 50 years ago. I've only been alive half the time Ed's had a career. I don't really know if he needs to work for additional income or if he merely does it to stay active. Judging from our conversation, I am inclined to believe the former, but only he knows for sure.

Ed came in to the store to drink coffee and bullshit, like most elderly men do, and did not actually purchase anything. We talked for a good 90 minutes and covered a broad variety of topics. It is no secret I am going through a really tough time in my life and struggling with many uncertainties, so I decided to get some sage wisdom from a man who has experienced a lifetime. I inquired about regrets, love, money, careers, and all the things associated with 'life'. After a couple minutes, I felt like I was merely scratching the surface of his vast knowledge.

I won't post what Ed said, but it was wise and comforting. It made me feel better. When he left, I was smiling and felt at ease. Having someone who has lived a full life tell me everything would be alright was enough to ease my quarter-life crisis worries for a bit. So, go hug or call your grandparents and ask them about life.