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This part isn’t fun.

It’s just something to gut out.

To see if it will get you through to fun again.

Like a carrot on a stick,
Or dessert after a meal.
Or a heavy stone you carry with you.

Always eat dessert.
Taste life with every breath.
Especially the quiet times
Where you are most distilled to you.
Fill your pockets
To stand the next round
Wherever it is rung in.
Ride the ground even if it is moving.
Remember that space is so much larger than you are. Sometimes what looks like chaos is just a design so complex…
Surely something put something in motion somewhere, and is here now. Like a wave arriving on the beach.
I’ve had to learn to trust the random.
Otherwise my life would be a farce,
Not my own.