Always Pick C

What is life about?

What's it all mean?

Is it about reaching your potential?

Or keeping the world from taking it away?

What I mean is, are you born maxed out and the world slowly beats you down or do you start at Level 1 and (hopefully) go up from there?

There's a bit of truth in both.

Like many of the best choices, it's a little of both.

A or B choice.

Pick C.

"What was it we had for dinner tonight?"

"Well, we had a choice of steak or fish."

"Yes, yes, I remember. I had lasagna."

✈️

There's a duality at play here.

We all come out the gate perfect.

And yet we gotta level up.

World beats us down.

Still we rise.

Perfect noob.

Beaten up warrior monk.

With the scars and memories to prove it.

When I was a child, my heroes were perfect.

Shimmering.

Flawless.

Unbeatable.

As I grew older, I learned some things.

Beaten down.

Leveled up.

And my definition of hero changed.

They wore well-worn, not fancy, items.

Their faces and hands were their resumes.

They were defeated, at one time or another, but they did not break.

Permanently.

I believe in Kintsugi.

Golden joinery.

Golden scars.

Beauty in the broken.

Rebuilt better than ever.

Stronger than ever.

So I ask, where are you on the scale of things?

Still sprinting from the womb?

Or ready to hang your sword above the fireplace?

Or somewhere in between.

To heroes.

Particularly the broken.

And to comebacks.

Get up, Champ.