Flash Epistle Number Eleven

Leonora Carrington

So much time spent getting ready or getting over. So little on being, seeing, and acting. Is life really just a dress rehearsal or a wake? Better to let the chips fall where they may: the terminal nosebleed, epic hangover, tax court, or delicious hallucinations. Odds are, you didn’t plan them and won’t get over them, at least anytime soon. Excess is always worth a try; temperance so rarely is. Take big bites though you might choke. You might be struck by lightning too, but both are unlikely. The only mortal sin you can commit in life is never to have lived. Life is about the present tense, not befores or afters. Leave the past for memories and let the future take care of itself. It always does. Be like a stream that only flows where it is. Creative people never learn from experience. They are experience. You might as well try to learn from your kidneys. The stones won’t be any less painful. Never forget life always comes with much good advice. Acknowledge and ignore it all. Revel in your own mistakes, or spend your pitifully short time rehearsing and attending wakes. If you end up broke and lonely, still smile and grin. At least you didn’t commit that mortal sin.

Honorary Schizophrenic. Recent refugee. Displaced person. Old white male. Confidant of cassowaries.

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