A Problem
Is really just a solution
in need of a reason to exist.
If you think about it,
life
would be kind of boring
if it were completely free
of friction. Each day
presents
choices. Turn this way, it’s
a downhill coast. Turn that
way, you will stumble across
obstacles.
Some are easily conquered.
Some require intelligence,
will, and perseverance
to overcome.
To win is to prosper.
The game is defeating doubt.
And the fun is in the game
Today's Game
Was faking my way through a trig
test. I probably passed,
but just barely. Trig? What for? Not
like I’ll need it beyond June, except
to have it, with a C
or (unlikely) slightly better grade
on my transcript. Okay, my mom might
argue that I’ll want to
know math for a future career. She uses
it all the time, calculating body fat
percentages and how
many millimeters of bone to remove
or skin to tighten to achieve the desired
effect. Not to mention
how much anesthesia per pound
of person will allow said person to wake
up from deep sleep
and walk out, covered in bandages, alive.
And Dad utilizes the ol’ calculator
to figure price points
and down payments and monthly
fees, and whether or not a prospective
client’s take-home
salary can cover those things, at least
on paper. But if I had to follow in either
of their footsteps,
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