Are we saving ourselves for one massive masterpiece, hiding out meanwhile in obscurity – holding it in, pushing it down, denying its existence? Or letting it out? You aren’t alone. We all do this battle, all struggle these forces of could and could not, would and would not, should and should not.
We hold onto life with strong hands while realizing we all just cling to ledges with fingertips.
What is life worth if it can be gone so swiftly?
Why is there life if it can be squashed, tossed and made irrelevant so easily?
Yes, we all do it.
Everyday master-peace reconciliations, heart and brain.
Whenever we hurt our ankle …
If I write about my trip you trip too, in your mind. You’ve tripped. You know how it feels to fall.
You’ve gone on boat or train or flown – tripped again. Takes hours. Perhaps days. Walk surf-bashed beach. Eat a peach. Write from that tree, juicy, complete, tout de suite. Puns of fun, every entendre doubled, or tripled, you do the math …
Most personal organ, not described in anatomy books, heart-brain-ankle combo. Hebrakle, where all pains are stored. Hebrakles are real, yet Google it, you’ll not find. If enough of us Google hebrakle, soon it will earn a Wikipedia page …
Where do you store your pains? I use my hebrankle. Just because you’ve never heard this term doesn’t mean hebrankle is not a powerful tool for making up your mind – crazy notion.
Half this world is invested in making life a little crazier, half is invested in watching, half is the cause, half is the effect, half the world is in love and half the world wishes it were. Do the math – there aren’t six half’s of the world. Aren’t three whole of anything. Physicists tell us everything in the universe is explained, that everything adds up. It doesn’t. Lives matter – they all do. None more than yours. Minds matter – they all do. None more than yours.
Heartaches, like ankle-sprains – hurt a lot, but heal faster when broken.
Go ahead, make up your mind. Do something worthy. Fall or fail, but don’t flail. It’s your day, pleasure your hebrakle some way …
Be a masterpiece.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 1C/34F, sunny/clear, spectacular start to a warm week – Gusta enjoying more reveals from snowbank retreats while I try to walk her in a straight line …