The Story Goes On

Just when you think you figured it out, the game changes, the rug gets pulled out, and a wall pops up right there in your face. So what do you do? You regroup and write up a new narrative to address the new situation. Jobs, houses, cars, lovers all come and go. You just have to adapt, Buckwheat, adapt. But the old story was so good you think. Why can't I just keep it? Well because then you end up wearing a Trump cap and sounding off like some redneck idiot. That's why. You gotta write a new story base on the changing beat, the shifting season, the ever evolving flux of this crazy life. Get with it. Hop on the boat. Grab the gunwales because the big rapids are just past that big drop we're about to go over. As your heart breaks with the loss, remember that, like it or not, you are going over, even if you don't get over it.