The One, The Few, The
Many.
We are often fooled by certain adages
and aphorisms during life that we become convinced that there really
is “the one.” There is. Just not really. There are the many.
In fact, we strain it down to the few. What are you looking for?
The same as me? Tokens. Gain as many as you can, you will surely run
out. Go all in on the big pot—or play it safe, don't matter to me,
it's your gamble. “Good thing it is a sure thing.” I always
liked that saying.
I want my finger to bend just like
your opinion. Except that isn't going to happen. Just like WWIII.
It would make for a great hit, but to big a budget. We should always
be cautious with the budget. Trilogies only make more money in DVD
sales, or records of the past. Back to my original thought: there is
someone out there for everybody. Just like how everyone is really
“available.” Depending on your morals.
Will you find 'the one'? No. You
will find many that resembles “the one.” Take note, this is just
an exercise, not to make one feel tired. Gloom leads to the broom to
sweep away the dust of an old cave. A dwelling at least. Where one
used to rest. Doesn't seem to bother anyone but the best. When one
has it too good, they think of the “one that got away.” Another
saying I love. Who let it loose. Is this a thought on autonomy? No
can't be. We wouldn't treat ourselves as slaves! We are human. Be
careful with sarcasm.
Find a circle. It is what we do. It
is what we have to do. Imagine life without one. You would be
called, “square.” A box out of space, a block not in place. An
anomaly in bad shape. Be part of the circle, create your own. It's
even better that way and the chance of finding what you look for are
even closer. Not talking about happiness, just talking. You want it
then go get it. Have fun chasing that dragon down the street to the
bank to finance a house. You probably won't get there. And if you
did, you wouldn't like it in time. Which really means you wouldn't
like it at all. Not now or later anyway. Before sure! Well, that
is desire. We love everything we desire... that is until we get it.
Then it becomes old news. Yesterday's waste and damn old toothpaste
with crust on the nozzle, don't want that in my mouth. Get me the
good stuff.
New is good and old is well... not
good. (Thought I would say, “old”?) Old stuff can have value
but I'm not talking about antique chairs or pictures. I think you
may know the point of the thought, then again...perhaps not. It
isn't my job to tell, but I have an obligation to let you know that
there are facts out there and opinions and not to cross the two.
Luck may meet your day. You may meet
an encounter. I. Luck will be. Sure as Hell. Not a good chance
perhaps. The bell has rung so go get some. People are waiting for
you. That is what they do. We enjoy waiting so much that we begin
hating. Patience is the key. Right? One can only wait so long
before that one is gone.
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