Life is just one giant placebo effect.
Happy New Year’s Eve, friends.
Run to the vault. Step through the holes. Kick up the dirt and hop sideways through the hallway walls closing in. Shuffle faster as the walls start to squeeze. Break free of the hallway dip the foam from the ground between your legs without moving the feet.
Walk to the next section. Crawl up the left wall in squeeze yourself in sideways. The lasers will fire on the right. Now climb down and repeat this on the right side as the beams flow through the left. Roll to your back and kick the ceiling above. A hole should reveal itself.
Crawl up into the secret room. Look over the wooden beams at your destination and begin maneuvering through the structure.
Grab the crystal, run back the way you came, and reap the rewards.
Spy workout. Imagination. That’s how I survive.
She’s a chapstick bandit
Loves gummies and candy
Super sweet with sass
So helpful, yet so bad
She’s an angel from above
With some fire from below
Loves barbies and makeup
And motorcycles and reptiles
Catches frogs at dawn
In a sparkly princess dress
Dances to Jesus Loves Me
And all things Cocomelon
Likes action movies and heroes
Unicorns and ponies
Doesn’t eat much
But she’ll always eat
Chips and French fries
Loves her momma
Loves her brothers
Loves her sister too
Though they butt heads
They’re much the same
Sweet like her momma
Stubborn like her daddy
Dinosaurs and unicorns
She likes to cuddle at night
She cares for her babies
And does what she wants
She tries to be grown
While sucking her thumb
She likes being the boss
The boss of everyone
She was just an infant
When we met
But even back then I knew
We were destined to be
Remember when it was just you and me against the world, Collin?
Hey, little man. I want you to know it still is. We’re a team, bud. We’ll always be a team no matter how many companions we add to our pack.
We have a special bond, you and I. A special relationship no one else could understand. It’s us against the world, now and forever.
You’re my boy and you came to me when I needed you most. We needed each other, little guy. You with that beautiful black shiny coat and me with my beautiful black shiny soul. We were destined to find one another.
So please don’t be jealous or think I’ve forgotten our time spent alone together. You’re mine and I’m yours, boy. It’s us against the world until the end of time.
I think we stop creating when we realize that it doesn’t “make sense” to do it anymore.
Why do you waste time writing cruddy poems? Why do you spend your free days drawing terrible pictures no one will ever see?
No one’s ever going to buy your books or see your art in a gallery, so why do it? It doesn’t pay the bills so what’s the point?
And so we “grow up “ and leave the art behind. Musicians, painters, poets, writers, sculptors- we all stop our art because we have always been told it’s a waste of time. If you’re not a prodigy or making an income from art, then it’s futile.
We lose ourselves too. Losing imagination. Succumbing to society.
It is both a blessing and a curse to love these animals so very deeply.
When they pass on, it’s a silver bullet through my sensitive heart. I mourn like a mother mourns a lost child. It’s pain so excruciating I wonder why I ever get myself into these vulnerable situations.
But when they’re here – oh man, it’s all worth it. All those kisses and warm feelings, seeing how excited they get when I get back home, wagging tails, soft cuddles, long walks – it adds so much joy to life. Companionship, loyalty, bonds…family.
Yes, it’s painful when they go. And it hurts when they’re no longer around. But every ounce of pain is worth every moment of joy and happiness they brought into my life.
Thank you, furry companions – past, present, and future – for the heartwarming happiness you have / will have given me.
8:19 a.m.) Dogs will be dogs. People will be people. And that one is much worse, if we’re all being honest. People are so unpredictable.
Thinking about the recent case in the news of a murdered young woman, people are so volatile. I mean, the boyfriend may not have done it in this case – no one knows for sure yet – but there are hundreds of cases where a couple is married or together for years without obvious signs of violence before one snaps and murders the other. Sometimes it seems to come out of absolutely nowhere.
It’s scary because everyone thinks they know the people around them well, but do we really have any idea?
Dogs are more consistent. I’ll stick with dogs. Cats, on the other hand – God only knows what they’re capable of. But at least they’re soft and adorable.
I don’t think souls are earthly. The earth and the universe we are in – they’re just places we inhabit for awhile, you know.
Souls come from an entirely different plane of existence. A realm beyond all physical realms. It’s not material or concrete. It’s a form of matter far too complex for our earthly brains to comprehend.
The Soulsphere, perhaps, is what it is. It’s where all creations of the multiverse originate. It’s where all souls go to Rest In Peace before returning to a physical plane.
Beyond the universe, beyond the multiverse, and nowhere physically present to our human eyes – but our souls know it’s there somewhere.
Of course, it’s difficult to say anything exists without definite proof. I believe that’s another earthly trait – needing concrete evidence of every theory. We’re forced to follow our feelings and feelings are not always reliable.
Who knows? Soulsphere. Maybe so.
Everyone is always talking about having plans. Financial plans, medical plans, weekend plans, future plans.
So pointless. Nothing goes as planned. Can’t predict the end.
So much talk about fate. “Fate led me here,” or “fate brought us together.”
I don’t know belief in fate is good or bad. On one hand, I think it’s good to take responsibility for everything that happens. On the other hand, it’s nice to have the comfort of “fate will work this out.”