Life, good life done well, is like a high wire, like in the circus. Most people struggle to stay on the wire, making a slip from time to time, falling and climbing back up and starting again. There are a few people, maybe you know them, who dance effortlessly on the wire. Bastards. As for me, I don't think I've ever actually gotten up on the wire. I've hung from the wire, dangling dangerously, wondering how strong the net really was. I've hung from the wire so much I have calluses. Lately I don't even climb back up. There's plenty of fun to be had in the dirt under the wire. You can play below the net. You can hide in the corner and watch other people try. It's not a bad life, really, if you have people with you that you love and enjoy. Who said the wire was so great, anyway? I bet people aren't really any happier up there than down here.
If you fall, I'll be here. We can have a tea party and discuss wire-walking techniques, or whatever.
Hello, friends. I trust you're well.
Later. Love.
