Arcs
I was put in a position recently where I got the opportunity to finish something I started twenty-seven years ago. Once I really got into the work, something interesting happened. I woke up and realized I’m a 46 year old man, and I have been walking in place for a very long time. Treading water. I’m not sure what to make of all that time. Where the idea had been to escape something difficult and unnecessary, I found myself up against a wall that was between a boulder and a hard place. There is a rate of interest on an investment in arrogance. And boy does it pay dividends in pain and wreckage. As the years pile up, there seems no avoidance of circles coming full. I spent a lot of money on tattoos and stickers that don’t mean as much as the gray hairs and lines on my face. Funny how you can’t fake that. And maybe how you can’t read it without learning the language in lifes’ calligraphy. Not a lot of things in this world are done in a straight line. And...
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