Long Gamer

How does a person, who almost passed, still play the long game?

That's a good question.

One I'm dancing with.

Every.

Single.

Day.

So far, it's been to slow down.

Smell the tulips.

Wiggle toes in carpet, grass, water, and sand.

And immerse myself in my family's frenzied, kinetic, jubilance.

And to look skyward.

Heavenward.

And smile.

You would think there is a sense of urgency here.

As every second goes.

But that's short thinking.

Instant gratification.

Everyone thinks this way.

And I kinda see why now.

Now!!!

But that's not me.

Hasn't been me in a while.

In ages.

I believe in planned spontaneity.

In asymmetric bets.

In an apex opus.

No all-ins, though.

Not any more.

I think in generations, still.

Future, though.

Always future.

Perhaps a weakness.

Certainly a strength.

I don't think I've ever needed much.

Never wanted much.

Some might disagree.

Peace is an interesting concept.

I have achieved it.

Contrary to what you read here.

This is just nonsense.

But it's mine.

Of course I speak only of the material in this context of limited want.

Spirituality is an infinite want.

An infinite need.

You gotta have faith a faith a faitha.

You gotta have faith.

Bay Beeah!!

👢e

My body healing; my soul larger than ever.

These are attributes I hope to pass on.

When I do.

Before and after, too.

🦁