from the heart

& I mean every word.

[deep sigh]

I’m a mess, & so is my life.

It’s of my own doing, design, & creation.

Am i proud of this? Mostly not. Aware of it? Most certainly.

One might wonder how I got myself here. How it all came to be. Well, so am I.

I am a product of many, many things.

A gaming, millennium-changing generation;

front row for the hop, skip, jump, kick & push… into

a New Age. a New Era. Verified and certified.

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I’m an 80’s baby. Gods Son. My parent’s child, & in many ways… still a child. It takes a village, people.*

I like to play. Explore. Solve puzzles. Build things. Learn. Dance. My ambition, enthusiasm, spirit, curiosity; definitely child-like. Not childish, but child-like.

If there’s two things that kids are always gonna do, I’m putting my marbles on:

a. Play & b. Make a mess.

[of] any & every; thing, where, &/or time.

Anything. Everything. Anytime. Everytime. Anywhere. Everywhere.

I don’t have any kids myself. Not a human one. [but] I know they love games. They fall [down], often. They get rough and they get dirty. They’re likely to hurt themselves, lose something (or at something), and cry as a result of.

You know what else they do? Get back up, dust themselves off, & eventually wipe their tears away.

Maybe i don’t have any kids because i am one.

Living life as if it were a board game, or a sports game…

A video game - the likes of which i have played for most all of my life.

I bet that’s why it’s the mess it is now.

Ones man’s mess can be that same man’s masterpiece, but not until he finds the missing pieces.

Perhaps they disappeared into the disarray. Maybe they were misplaced elsewhere.

Either way, he needs to find them, & he’ll have his work cut out for him.

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