Sometimes

Sometimes I get distracted.

Sometimes I am also given to understatement.

I spend a lot of time in worlds that don’t exist now, and never will. Not for you, anway.

They are not attainable because...there are rules, like the ones about physics, entropy, and the unlikelihood of time travel. There are realities about other people doing what you want when you want them to, and about only having one life, one....moment, at a time, and the gift of opportunity to make a choice in every one of them.

But sometimes I get distracted.

Sometimes I also make poor choices.

I spend a lot of time in worlds that don’t exist now, but they did, and some of you were there. Some of you still are. I like the fact that we continue to beat the odds. I love the fact that we wake, and we rise, and we find reasons to agree with each other that are good enough to do it all again. Play, suffer, serve, love, lose.

Anyway, I was going to write something, then I got distracted by reading stuff that I wrote a long time ago, then wrote about that, so I guess that’s ok, even if it’s not exactly HOW I planned, everything else turned out alright, in this moment.

I spend a lot of times in dreams, and the rules need not apply, and every time I dream, there we all are, killin’ it.