Sometimes when I'm at my weakest I remember there is always a world out there where I can seek shelter.
Lately I've been just kicking around in a meager but honest existence. I've been here before at pivotal moments in my life, almost as if this place is some sort of sanctuary for me to recoup my losses. Each time I come here older, wiser, and more adept at navigating the world around me.
I've done some pretty hard core gaming in this sanctuary and some even better writing but some of my best drunken antics would also be enacted during my stints at this household. One time I knocked myself out in the middle of the driveway for 3 hours by staggering off a 4ft drop onto pavement! lol
This time has been even more positive though. I've become re-enchanted with this phenomenon we call life. It came at an unexpected time as well. When I stare into maw of reality it quickly categorizes then disregards me. In the past this has been belittling but now I see it as the machinations of life. It's as if some unseen entity we unwillingly create from pure semantics holds the potential to carry us to incredible glory, unfathomable defeat, happy mediocrity, or anything in-between. We can rationalize it and even challenge it but in the end our attempts are a pure saving throw.
I marvel at the process and hope to overcome it somehow. Content with mediocrity but scheming to leave my own mark. :)