whatever makes you feel better...

limits

 How much time do we have?

How much can I borrow

How much can I take

Is it luck

design

or a limit that we create

How many times can you blink.

how many thoughts can we think

how high can we climb

before we are on the brink

How many meals 

            can we devour

 how many hectic days, 

calories counted, 

orgasms enjoyed, 

how many an idle hour 

How many times can you almost die. 

How many dreams. 

-Dreams are time, also. -

How many cytokine storms. 

How many infections. 

how many warm and wanted caresses

how many dangers

with no protections

how many cold and unwanted advances

-do you give and receive-

how much good or bad

how much grey

how many hugs,  why didn't I smile

things we didn't say to someone we haven't seen in awhile

how many turns of a phrase to a verse

before it turns to song

How far inside your own mind can you fly

 b4 you realize

 you have been too close to the sun

 for far too long 

2 nights in a row I'm asleep by 7

 was going to write something serious, or at least seriously funny, but hunt and peck slows the flow and ive got to be quick to grab the gist of the good ideas. can't even keep notes this week. but it's ok. the good ideas come back if they don't get grabbed by someone else in the feed.

i did find some strange old drafts and collections of thoughts i keep in the fishbowl, but id rather present newer strangeness in a manner you are accustomed to deciphering. 

old dog, new tricks

 Sorry, faithful reader.  It's been a few days since I've allowed a glimpse into the old mindcastle. It's hunt and peck, as my left ring and forefinger 'ave def'nit'ly got the 'itis.

Of all the spots I've had flares, this is the least inconvenient. Well, other than the 24 hour soul sucking pain and I'll probably throw my back out teaching my decrepit body how to wipe my butt with my right hand. My hand has the motor skills needed, my body won't bend that direction. I need to devise an early morning pre bathroom stretch , or the right arm doesn't have the range of motion. The needed reach.

I may or may not be disabled, as that's a legal term for the jury to decide... but I'd have to get a good headstart before I'd be entering any opposite hand butt wiping contests. 

 Heaven help the bookmaker handicapping that activity.

Admittedly, not my best work, but I'm not at my best.

subject to addendum, amendment, correction & continuation

 You realize some people who don't like movie adaptations of a book, already saw the movie when they read the book. 

Others, need to be shown the visual. 

People have some unique ways of interpreting things. 

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I don't enjoy being around adults engaging in childlike behaviour. But I am in favour of their right to engage in it for as long as they need it if the danger to others is minimum. 

Breathe easy, goofball.  I am not your enemy. 

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My wife said I might be one of those 600 year olds. 

I did not engage her verbally, but thought she may need to add some zeros to this estimate. 

In my head, I replied that I am, indeed, a bad movie. 

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Challenge yourself and everyone around you. 

Look Happy ( or people assume you aren't)

 Somebody else's happiness doesn't always look like what you think it should. 

There's a lot of happy looking people who are quite depressed.

There are a lot of depressed looking people who are quite happy. 

I guess balance is the key...?  Life is beautiful. AND life sucks. 

but we all know that, don't we? 

Look happy (Insert generic smiley face here) or people assume you aren't. That can have its advantages and disadvantages. 

You do realize I am just talking to myself?  Who am I to give advice? 

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I am not qualified to do what I am trying to do. Fortunately, I am the right person for that. 

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Maybe satisfaction is happier than happiness?