May it Please the Court

Remember when this was enough? Whoever you are or were was enough to keep you entertained for hours. I could sit alone in my room forever and read and write and play and put on plays....ride bikes outside....perform medical miracles with my chemistry set.....go on adventures...perform daring feats which in retrospect were really dangerous....play instruments......take pictures. I was a damn inventive kid if I do say so myself...and I do.

Then life happens - things change....the social dynamics of life demand more from you and you demand more from life. Be it boys, friends, or some latent need to fulfill some childhood loss of a father/mother.....what have you. The wheels are in motion - - new curiosities are piqued and the alone thing - although not without its merits has a metamorphosis and becomes perhaps the wings of the beast but no longer the beast itself.

The only thing that must be guarded against in this scenario and we will keep the same analogies as to not get too convoluted.....one must guard against crawling or walking all the time...i.e. you have wings - you must remember to use them.

And so there are moments in life specifically designed to remind you of this. There is that moment you step off of the edge of a cliff unknowingly and fall stories and stories until you remember once again....ahhh the wings....yes the wings...use them.

Sometimes these moments are self created....even if only subconsciously so. Self created drama....but it is somewhat of an illusion...it is real but it is also a self inflicted lesson of your own design. You are the cowgirl and you hold the lasso and don't ever let the nine year old inside you stop running with scissors or turning over rocks until you've got it all figured out.

this sounds a bit unintentionally preachy....and thus with that - the defense rests your honor.