Nuggets

My High School drama teacher used to talk about Nuggets. Mr. Shailor. He was a good drama coach. At least I thought so. He had a lot of good things to say. He'd always make us do weird stuff, but I learned a lot. Anyway, he would talk about nuggets of wisdom. Little things you could glean from everyday life. Tiny experiences, quotations. Just something somebody says on the street.

Finding them is like panning for gold. You're sifting through dirt and gravel, just to find that tiny speck of shimmer that makes it worth your while. And it the end, it's not the dirt that matters, it's that little piece.

And sometimes they just come to you. They are delivered to your door. Possibly in a dumptruck. A dumptruck filled with dirt. But every time life dumps a pile of dirt on me, I get a handful of solid gold nuggets.