Life in 3D

I just spent the evening examining life in 3 dimensions.. and it was incredible.

I could use some depth, and some context.

So here it is. I am flawed. It's easy to see that, if you look closely.
If you take a single frame of my existence you might not see it. Hardly even in moderate chunks, you'd probably find little out of the ordinary.
But I dare you to change perspective just an inch or two, and you might just see it. You might just find the depth I lack. The misalignment that makes me jitter and hard to look at. How I just don't quite match my surroundings, regardless of how I try to fit myself in.
But that's ok.

Why?

Because we're all flawed. I've come to realize that we're all clumsy and helpless when we fall. We don't need to try to avoid falling, we just need to learn to get up straight away and try again. I suppose it's the try again part I'm leery about.

That's where we need a specialist.

On having fun..

Why does being old mean I have to be so serious and grumpy all the time?

I like to play, and tease. I like to joke and banter. Sometimes I like a right good rousing.

I don't particularly like someone on the sidelines telling everyone that they're being immature. Grow up.

To you sideliners.. I say lighten up. Be annoying. Tell a really lame joke. Pick a fight if you have to. Just get outside of that box.

See, I don't think I was made to be old and crusty all the time. I don't think I was made to conform.

I think brains were made for thinking, feet were made for dancing, and hearts were made for <3'ing.. and not just when it's practical, but whenever and possible.

Sometimes, we just fall out of practice and forget how to let go. How to be free.

I'm guilty. I am bound right now. When I should be bounding.

In love poverty, we simply live hug to hug.. and save up every ounce of affection in our deprived hearts.

You want to know what I think the poverty line is..?
It's somewhere in the vicinity of the heart.

Very little to do with your annual income.
Everything to do with Love.
Or lack thereof.

Loving is fun.
-len