So this one time, something went very wrong or very right somewhere, and everything exploded. Rocks smashed into other rocks, stuff ignited and stuff cooled off. Eventually, one of the rocks got stuck on loop around one of the burning things as it cooled off. Then some of the animals that lived on the rock started wearing pants and counting the laps. Not long after that, some other animals in some other pants decided that the completion of each lap would make a good time to try to change things in an effort to make the experience of riding that rock a more enjoyable one.
And here we are. With new pants and old shoes.
Twenty Ten wrapped itself around some of the best and worst days of my life. I am both sad and thrilled to see it go. But that’s how this thing works.
So if you’re looking for something to change tonight, maybe I can help.
Make the next lap the lap where you stop counting laps, where you enjoy the rock ride because it’s the only one you get, and where you act and love accordingly. Especially that last part.
On a personal note: I am great, and the reasons for not being around lately are still a great big “too long, didn’t write”. But the reasons are good ones, I promise.
Happy New Day, monkeys.
Hahah, I love when someone takes a step back and exposes humans in the most basic way. And inspirational ”live life” speeches
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