Trust in Fun

I see so much as subpar. You’ll think I’m being negative but I’m not. Well, not exactly. How can so much be below average? Where’s the average? Where’s the above average? What’s going on? Something must be wrong. And you know what they say, if everything smells like poop, better check your shoes.

I entered into this dream-world gasping for air, frightened by existence. Utterly confused, I hobbled together a broken theory of reality. I tried using my crude ideas as a means to traverse life, but of course they failed to adequately explain. Just a case of the blind leading the blind.

It’s as if I awoke on an amusement-park ride, immediately rattled by the sights and sounds. I jumped off the car and proceeded to make my own path through the ride’s building. Of course I was lost and got even more scared. Nothing looked right as I wasn’t in the correct position to see it. There’s no fun to be had walking behind the scenes in utter darkness.

I get it now. Please keep your hands and arms inside the vehicle and remain seated at all times. I have to trust the ride. Trust in fun. It’s silly to think I should craft my own path. I don’t know what I’m doing, how could it be best to strike out on my own? Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. Duh. It’s so simple.


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