Again

The fallacy of pursuit of an idea or an ideal, but not a tangible goal.

Not sure of anything. Nothing is certain. It’s all chaff in the wind. Take a flyer. Ever play with fire? Toss the dice? Take a leap of faith? How about taking a shot in the dark? Is life a matter of chance? A simple luck of the draw? Or just destiny prewritten.

Put it on the line, baby! Ever buy a pig in the poke? Let’s defy the odds and play a dangerous game. If I fly close to the wind, I can risk it all, Hahaa, go for broke, I say.

It’ll be cold as hell when I take a plunge and dive off the cliff, but I really want to fly close to the sun. Need the heat. Travel to Mars. Witness creation, stand on the precipice that gave us life and thought. Catch the volcanic glass spewing from the earth.

All of that is expressed in one relationship with another human. Difficult? Exploratory? Enlightening?

Personally satisfying? Rewarding? It is.

Trust? Shit might as well play Russian Roulette. Which chamber is the round in? How sure am I? A tiny bit speculative? But that, my friend is, life.

And it is glorious.

I hope you agree.

Life’s not just clichés, but it’s easy to say, we describe it as such, in a roundabout way.