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How can you put the idea of luck into words? It’s like the sun rising and falling at just the right times, like having a parent who gets you a sweet jacket that you really didn’t want but now wear it constantly because it’s a pretty nice jacket. Luck and air equal in appearance. It was there for me when I was born, when my parents understood me, when Sandy hits all of New York but my neighborhood, when my parents got me my first bike, when the car managed to not hit me, when I outrun the fitness coach who was rather angry after I spat at him when I stumbled across this guy on youtube, who encourages vegan eating. It feels like immortality, like death really does not want me, maybe life is stronger and luckier then death. It feels like I have a silent guard or guardian always tipping a domino that leads to me still breathing. No! Really it encourages the most aggressive dare devil moves like not touching the ground once in Manhattan red lights just becoming meaningless colors. Perhaps luck is the devil building me up to be more skilled and better just to shatter the thin air. In every way luck has been there. Sure I’ve had ****** moments but they always manage to feel like a set up for something else. There is a level of pain between death and making you stronger that simply hurts, a deep soul wound that never kills. I’ve always been a “victim” of a pain that makes stronger muscles. Sure things have came very close. When I was three or so I was bored and cleaned the house with chemicals and was blinded for three months, a neuron or whatever sciency very small unit away from being blind in my left eye. but then luck came and I can see fine. How many times can you get lucky, and no not in the daft punk way, without feeling something grander is saving you for something insane something pure and brilliant like creating a chain reaction that reaches space? Or perhaps this is how prophecies get fulfilled? A mortal gets a gods luck and when the mortal mistakes them self for a god is when they learn too late of their mortality?
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
JMMcCann
Luck
How can you put the idea of luck into words? It’s like the sun rising and falling at just the right times, like having a parent who gets you a sweet jacket that you really didn’t want but now wear it constantly because it’s a pretty nice jacket. Luck and air equal in appearance. It was there for me when I was born, when my parents understood me, when Sandy hits all of New York but my neighborhood, when my parents got me my first bike, when the car managed to not hit me, when I outrun the fitness coach who was rather angry after I spat at him when I stumbled across this guy on youtube, who encourages vegan eating. It feels like immortality, like death really does not want me, maybe life is stronger and luckier then death. It feels like I have a silent guard or guardian always tipping a domino that leads to me still breathing. No! Really it encourages the most aggressive dare devil moves like not touching the ground once in Manhattan red lights just becoming meaningless colors. Perhaps luck is the devil building me up to be more skilled and better just to shatter the thin air. In every way luck has been there. Sure I’ve had ****** moments but they always manage to feel like a set up for something else. There is a level of pain between death and making you stronger that simply hurts, a deep soul wound that never kills. I’ve always been a “victim” of a pain that makes stronger muscles. Sure things have came very close. When I was three or so I was bored and cleaned the house with chemicals and was blinded for three months, a neuron or whatever sciency very small unit away from being blind in my left eye. but then luck came and I can see fine. How many times can you get lucky, and no not in the daft punk way, without feeling something grander is saving you for something insane something pure and brilliant like creating a chain reaction that reaches space? Or perhaps this is how prophecies get fulfilled? A mortal gets a gods luck and when the mortal mistakes them self for a god is when they learn too late of their mortality?
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I first would like to apologize for getting rather mad, calling you a stupid ***** and saying it was a “hit and run” to the police, also in hindsight spitting at you was not cool. I feel bad about it now, and it will haunt me for a while, or at least until something else comes up. You shattered my wings, granted they were glass wings and when you’re throwing yourself through the narrowest possible canyons getting hit is almost certain still, it ***** the wind out of you, even if just for a second. I love jumping through canyons daring gravity to do its worst, but I was playing by the rules, respecting nature or at least I planned on not breezing by the sides as much. I guess its habit now, to risk getting shattered for the freedom of movement in a restricted space. I swear when I hit the ground I was ready to walk away I was intact. Ready to continue on my way and saying “yeah I’m fine”, learn nothing and find smaller canyons. but when I saw the bird you hit, my brain sprinted for the worst. That knocked the wind out of me. Instantly I thought it was completely ****** and while I still do have my wings, you shattered part of my glass illusion. Thank god for repair shops. You see you own the skies your kind controls the canyons walls, make them zig then zag that way. Sure their are bigger gods, but they only show up from time to time. I’m part of the skies but my only possible responsibility is to not hit the birds. The rules say I need to act like you, but the rulers let us fly our own ways. The bigger gods understand or just don’t care. So next time just know that the rules are not the ones in physics textbooks, those are often confusing and require years worth of reading, of understanding billions of acceptions of knowing what the hell centripetal force is, and being able to solve painful multi variable calculus problems the way physics actually works is what happens when the winds take glass and you, being a god got careless and broke the laws of physics.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
JMMcCann
To the women whose car I got hit by
I first would like to apologize for getting rather mad, calling you a stupid ***** and saying it was a “hit and run” to the police, also in hindsight spitting at you was not cool. I feel bad about it now, and it will haunt me for a while, or at least until something else comes up. You shattered my wings, granted they were glass wings and when you’re throwing yourself through the narrowest possible canyons getting hit is almost certain still, it ***** the wind out of you, even if just for a second. I love jumping through canyons daring gravity to do its worst, but I was playing by the rules, respecting nature or at least I planned on not breezing by the sides as much. I guess its habit now, to risk getting shattered for the freedom of movement in a restricted space. I swear when I hit the ground I was ready to walk away I was intact. Ready to continue on my way and saying “yeah I’m fine”, learn nothing and find smaller canyons. but when I saw the bird you hit, my brain sprinted for the worst. That knocked the wind out of me. Instantly I thought it was completely ****** and while I still do have my wings, you shattered part of my glass illusion. Thank god for repair shops. You see you own the skies your kind controls the canyons walls, make them zig then zag that way. Sure their are bigger gods, but they only show up from time to time. I’m part of the skies but my only possible responsibility is to not hit the birds. The rules say I need to act like you, but the rulers let us fly our own ways. The bigger gods understand or just don’t care. So next time just know that the rules are not the ones in physics textbooks, those are often confusing and require years worth of reading, of understanding billions of acceptions of knowing what the hell centripetal force is, and being able to solve painful multi variable calculus problems the way physics actually works is what happens when the winds take glass and you, being a god got careless and broke the laws of physics.
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