Jackhammer Justice

I've arrived once again to that familiar place of now-what which orbits my craft. Perhaps it is a benefit with entertaining change to my familiar surroundings. Perhaps it is the by-product inspired by 'what if?' For whatever the reason mental chemistry spurs me to consider different; this alluring desire to toy with notions of a better present persist; daring to even dream beyond what I know to be real. All of that to admit I am willing to embrace discomfort. There was a time in the not-to-distant past I rebelled at any condition that wasn’t pleasant; I wanted safe; I aspired towards secure in the predictable. Time gently revealed my theories were incomplete; flawed by gaping errors where the seams failed to gather neatly into the congruent length of a well executed plan; the fashion was quirky with odd, disjointed absence of symmetry.

  I conjure; then step back to see the effect. I am no perfectionist, but I do have determinant standards. Boats don't fly, but bumble bees do; they’re just not too keen on hearing any physics arguments limiting them or suggesting they should stop trying. I like the nature of the unexpected. I savor news demonstrating error in ancient, cherished assurances based truth. Reminding all who will listen with an open mind that we’re still predisposed toward superstitious rationalization. I suppose from time to time I'd like to say my discontent is more akin to being a cultivated nonconformist. Yet, honestly, I'd be easy to convince I'm more the product of over indulgence. Not the rich, gift giving type, but the wandering mind left uncheck caliber. Oh, that doesn't call for any defensive maneuver inculcating an avoidance to blame due to a neglected, abused youth; or monsters who didn't care. I'm inclined to accept, so by such practice, value unbiased processing; yes, these are my warts, and yes, I can also Samba.
   

Chipping away at hand-me-down, preconceived concepts, is not work for those who can't handle jackhammers. For those who never got punched in the nose, best provoke a fight and lose; get that over with just so you can abandon the fretting fear of that painful possibility; because it will happen, it is just when will it tap on your shoulder when it's your turn. Welcome to the exhilaration of growing up. Oh, and no that's not just for children; it’s for the child like wonder we all abide with on the entire journey. As jarring justice of that Jackhammer will shake your bones, remember as the concrete cracks; as skull splitting fragments whiz past your ears; to hold on tight and just keep drilling.