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What
is up with all this defining stuff
man? I’m obsessed with it. I’m part scientist you know, because people be trying
to figure out the meaning of life and how to chop down
tree stumps at the same time. And how exactly does that machine
work? Pass me one of those tool thingies. Duh…of course I want another glass of
wine. Was that even a real question?
It’s
such a wonderful predicament to live in these extremes. To live life in the
moment, and take it for whatever comes. Then, in the very next moment to need
to know the meaning of it. To be able to figure it all out, you know? Make
sense of the most nonsensical things. Like our choices.
The affairs of our hearts. Feelings.
Like, I really try to figure out what my feelings mean. Like seriously, we joke
about feelings, but how often do we admit being in them tho?!?!?! Just me?
Okay. I’m the only one of us here who’s been stuck in a feeling…or six? Okay.
I
wish there was a dictionary for those joints homey.
Anyway,
what is all of this? Well, a window was open in my life a very long time ago.
Just a sliver of a crack, but open, nonetheless. I almost had a chance at being
brave, doing something different, stepping out on air, and gliding through
clouds. I didn’t take that chance. I stayed inside of me. Afraid of all that
unknown on the other side of the castle wall. I just didn’t Lord, and I could not tell you
why #Brownstone.
When
the chance found me again, I hesitated.
…defining
ish.
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