This is a short story for the sake of forcing different approaches to life together. One is a bit of a crazy old fool who loves life as it folds and another is brilliant young man who can’t seem to enjoy the flakes of gold he swims in. They’re running to escape an air raid during the Civil
wars of Ukraine.

The biggest issue when a person falters is their perception of the size that the impact will have. There is no end to the world, just a change, an addition to an attire or a new direction its heading. And this, makes all issues smaller and more manageable…

There are many a places we fallinto in our own heads. Yet we can make these places or new places up, just on a whim or even we can make a place that doesn’t allow whims! And serves tea all day! And has strippers who make incredibly insightful commentary on societal matters while shaking their booties! And they have slides and jumpers! I don’t digress but I am in the wrong place entirely. The point is that we can make any place we want to in our heads and I suggest we create a place where all and any and what life throws at us is seen as a seed and its story line is measured in potential. In this place we calculate the best outcome of this and we limit nothing to it….

We do not find ourselves in love with the world without loving ourselves in the same logic a person who gives all those around them the validation which builds Kings and Queens is not a happy being unless they themselves are fed as well…

People live with fantasies and expectations depriving them of enjoying a current blessing no matter how simple. Events of pain or strife are the ticks of a good life challenging or ramping up for something new and wonderful…