SEEMS... the older we get, the clearer we are with what we love, strive and dream for... we become the epitomy of what we believe and stand for. Be it out of cold, hard, determination, beating the same damn story up side the head, or life pushing us towards a corner, a certain opportunity / inescapable cliff, or like a beautifully gallant, wild horse hightailing it one way at jet set speed into the Mongolian Desert. And I'll take that last option.
Regardless, we take risks for what we believe in....and on an as-need basis. Secretly with age, we're more mission-driven and emotional on a whole...and somehow more complicated than the sum of the parts...
So the not-so- little teepot has teetered and tottered. Perhaps tilted and tumbled over. Or such is my thought. Kind of asking myself a lot of questions.
What was its boiling point? How did that play out?
I've always admired people who have been solid with their plans and routes in life. Some of us have made an eclectic range of decisions- moved many a times- and have multiplied the detours as a result....and that denouement is a lot of constant maybes and possibilities- and a willingness to embark upon those with the irony of it all looming overhead. Those clouds always seem to rain down on any sunshine parade.
They say NYC is the place to be for the die-hard hustler. Born here- and back. Still giving it my roll, it's very much a throw your dreams against a wall sort of mentality... until something sticks. But otherwising...while sizing up shadows and game...
I.E. aspiring to take this game off the pitch- re-sizing potential!
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