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Image Note: Ruff Ruff Ruff
I probably hold the record in something. Fastest Skateboard time down the hill at mom’s house. Best rendition of Landslide performed in my shower. Best impression of Carl Sagan in the family. Some medals don’t weigh around your neck. Some lift you up.
Premanipulated Photo Credit: Found by Rancho Mantequilla
I’ll ride fast, until I’m nervous.
Then I’ll ride faster, until I’m scared.
Then faster, until I’m neither.
My bones are already broken.
I’m already broken.
What else do the hills have left.
It’s going to be a little hard to type this, I fractured two of my fingers in a high speed skateboarding accident involving myself (henceforth referred to as the plaintiff) and the ground (henceforth referred to as the defendant) of which you can view the aftermath here. Not to worry, I can still draw. Pending evidence I could draw prior to the accident of course.
The defendant is expected to have a swift recovery from his or her injuries as well. I digress.
I never was a magical thinker. Never believed in the paranormal. I think that always gave everyone the impression that I was a little bit pessimistic. After all the realities of life are a large and unbearably painful fire to stand next to, one that we all have to back away from sometimes. Maybe it’s TV, games, drugs, prescriptions, sugar, attention, consumption, adrenaline, or just old fashioned debauchery and religion. The great unmet dark that we all must fill and carry appears universal, as does our need to escape it. Having recently gone through another difficult breakup, I feel its sharp and familiar pull, but I find comfort in knowing it’s a widely shared pain.
It makes me wonder sometimes if we just weren’t meant to handle all this. What if our stone age bodies are collapsing under the speed and information of it all. What in my evolution–after all–could have prepared me to even begin to grasp all the pain we now know people to be suffering every moment, every where, every day. It’s too easy to lose yourself in the sorrows.
But, I digress again.
The fact is you don’t have to believe in magic to believe in the human spirit. The placebo effect isn’t magic after all. We know to some degree of certainty that if we believe something strongly enough we can alter our very reality for the better.
That’s why I always thought that If you simply refuse to kneel to the pressures. If you just decide that there is a next chapter, if you just know that you won’t stop. Then you sit in the fires of life, but you notice they don’t burn so much. And, if you’re lucky, you might even feel warm.
What else can you do.
Illustration note: I can provide government certified documents validating that I am in fact of legal adult age for a United States citizen.
Maybe I talk too much.
Nah, who cares.
They were wrong about me being a negative person anyways.
I was just curious, that’s all.
The curious and the morbid were always close friends, right?
And I do have friends.
Stephen Hawking said that man made meaning up, and that it doesn’t really exist. He did stop to appreciate the fact that humans even tried though, and I like to agree. That squirrel running around in your backyard has the same retirement plan we do, so I’ll try to feel as comfortable. Relax, smile or don’t, think good things about people, you know… If your burden gets too heavy maybe I could carry it for a little while. Everyone will have one friend as long as I’m alive anyways.