You Can Be A Winner At The Game Of LIFE

So, the story goes that Newton was sitting under a tree and a coconut fell out of it and hit him on the head and that's how he discovered...Wait, dude. A coconut? He lived in England. I think I've got the Schoolhouse Rocks! version of this smashed into my memory. It's like knowing the comic book or rather, graphic novel version of Moby Dick or the Bible.

Regardless, I subscribe to the belief that the best things in life happen when you are not looking both ways before you cross stuff (rivers, landing strips, roadways). Besides the pedestrian fatalities and curb induced concussional blunt head trauma victims, the people that don't die sometimes experience some cool stuff. It's a kind of social Darwinism, meets luck, meets Kismet and then smashes you over the head with a flower pot while you hope for the best.

That is the best way I can describe life in general. At least, life as I know it. Don't try anything. Do something. Always remember, however, that your cards may already be dealt no matter what you do. Good things can happen if you sweat your ass off or just point and laugh. Life is awesome and shitty at the same time like that.

I forgot why I was talking about this this morning. I guess the point is that you can never take yourself too seriously, nor your surroundings. I mean, guy, if there is someone with a shiv in your kidney in the shower in jail, take it seriously. That is not the time to laugh at yourself and the wacky situation that you got yourself into. For the rest of us who sit at coffee shops and do crosswords and have a positive outlook on life without feeling that we are owed something, though, it's good to know that good things can happen for no reason.

These good things can range from getting an onion ring in your large fries at Burger King to finding a ten dollar bill in the dryer. That's the biggest range I've been able to pull off in the recent past, but it counts.

Actually, I'm finding ways to stumble into good things happening, as well, after a crash course down the path of good intentions and least resistance. I'm smarter than that. In fact, I'm smart enough to write subtext into documents by saying cryptic things.

I've also left a path of destruction behind me while I was stumbling, but wouldn't change a thing. It was worth it already. I really needed the bitchslap of how good people still were that I received lately. It helps restore my faith in the fact that there may be less crooked hookers than good people in the world. The crooked hookers were really winning for a while, but some people can be so fuckin' rad. The trail of the dead that is left behind is really inconsequential.

Happy hump day.