Air high

I think the most intoxicating thing about Vegas is the mixture of cigarettes, the noise of lose and gain. Lose is far more frequent, depending upon the perspective you use.

A lose for you is a gain for them.

Then there’s the opposite

A gain for you is a loss for them.

But it balances out, play smart and everything stays symmetrical.

A deep breath and you’ve pulled in the high

A Name Game and Memory

Well you might’ve played a game where you go and try to memorize the names of others and then you introduce yourself. It’s one of the things that sounds extremely simple up into it is you going up . Then the names are jumbled and there are so many errors. You think you’re the only one. Time seems to slow itself but it’s not you everyone goes through this.

Someone else’s worse case

Congratulations! You have a struggle right?

Shhh you hear someone say, you see that person over there? Well they have it worse. Of course they do. I mean if you look at it that way everyone is either worse off or better than you. I think my favorite comparison is, “well you could have be where you’re paralyzed and all you can do is drool on yourself.”

To which I always think to myself, thanks that’s actually a subject of nightmares for me. I feel like when you have a problem people are quick to point out other people suffering and being like, “be grateful that isn’t you.” And really that isn’t helpful. Because realistically someone probably is thinking that about you and all it does is create a loop of jealously. There’s a good chance that while you’re pointing your finger someone is glad their finger isn’t crooked while pointing.

A City of the End

I know of a city. Formed off broke Ambition, The hope being that this grand plan of a municipality would rival that of the finest. Great ancient builders put a great deal of the gold snow into it. In this world, In the areas that had the highest potential to be fantastic. One of the gods came to cultivate it, grow the finest of trees. The finest greens. The far off opposing city of lost Silver was supposed to tremble in its. Wake. The land was gathered up. The God set to work for many years though eventually, he grew tired, and his project ended. The God left, and the inhabitants tried to make their own way, but they liked things being the way they were. Time passed, and the ideas of the future remained stagnant for much later time. Older wise men came there to live their days peacefully And passed in. Due time. That was was where the city got its name. The young sprouts that went from the land always tried to uproot themselves. Their little green legs popping up between the cracks the run to the beginning, away from the end.