Worth The Squeeze

I almost forgot to write today.

Let's change that.

What a strange time to be alive.

Like all the other times.

But this time is strange, no?

Seems like we're on the verge of something, but it's already happening.

We're in the middle of it.

It's here.

You feel me?

Looking back in a hundred years, folks might be pointing to right now as a pivotal season.

Where it all began to change.

For the better (or something else).

I'm sort of convinced that the more I worry about something the less chance it happens.

If you want peace, prepare for war.

And yet, as anyone will tell you, I am a believer in manifesting your destiny.

What a wonderful wor(l)d.

Every day, in every way, I'm getting better and better.

To peak.

It's a duality that I find confusing, but it's seems yin and yangish, so it's probably fitting.

I'm at peace with who I am.

Even if it's war.

What does this make possible?

Have you lived a life that if you shared it, no one would believe you?

I have.

And I do.

Good and bad.

Bad and good.

The best stories I hold forever in my heart.

Not for public consumption.

Why brag, when no one would believe you, anyways?

And why do they even have to know?

I wish you the very best in this life and beyond.

And that you too have stories too good to share.

I'll believe you.

Just don't tell me.

One for the ages.

What a life.