Isn’t it? Simple?

Writing the stories you want to read. A novel idea. And the devil is in the details and tis easier said than done. But we all write our stories, even if free will is an illusion. I would like to tell you ‘illustrious’ is formed from ‘illusion’ but I would be fibbing. Still, seeing as how it is post-truth era and all, we write our own stories. Free from bias, genetics, nature, nurture, prejudice, all that nasty shit. Free as free can be. Then some.

So freely write your story. While you are at it, freely live your life; heck, then write your story. The order doesn’t really matter; as long as both are done freely. Free is an important concept here as you have probably picked up on. How doubly sweet would it be if the concept aligned with reality? Awesome sauce that would be.

Forget about that for now. Forget all about that Debby Downer reality nonsense and live it up. Live it down if you want, or sideways or caddy corner or b-line or waaaaay over there if you want. Live live live, live live. Beats the alternative am I right?

I am. Right.

Unless, reality matters. Because, I’m just spitabllin’ here, how can there even be a right if reality doesn’t matter and we are post-truth?

But if reality doesn’t matter then can’t we say that death is better than life? No because we are dead and can’t say anything. You are one astute fella.

Dead men tell no tales as they say. But if you watch enough crime shows, and I know you do, dead men (and women) do leave clues. Be it under the fingernails or some sort of substance found only under a neon glow stick of some sort.

This sure has been a long road to tell you to live and write your life. So simple. Isn’t it? Simple?

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