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“Never Say Never”

This is My final Story.

Not final meaning, ‘Imma stop writing.’ No! I mean ‘last Story Imma post here, in this virtual Space.’

At least, that’s what My gut is telling Me, right now. And I always follow what My gut tells Me to do loll.

This isn’t Forever, DR. It may not even be accurate – if You could see all the scribbled stickie notes on My desk right now, You’d insist “Dude. I don’t buy it! You’ll definitely be back.”

And maybe We are both Right. I always intended – My actual goal, here – is to write My Book(s). What I couldn’t see, yet, was how I was going to get to that End point from My Current one. This website is the purple line that connects those two dots for My SB.

So I think My next move is gonna be this: Imma still write My Stories as I have been, but now – as I go along – Imma start organizing & assembling them into some cohesive, useful order for all the external People in the Conceptual World. I couldn’t do it, before now. I needed some time to process… to figure out how to play Patty Cake with TECH instead of just arm-wrestling. I feel calmer, now. Everything is clearer.

My train is getting to the end of the tunnel… and I’m beginning to see the light now.

. . .

Conner’s Comments: This isn’t Good-bye Forever, DR. It never is. Not even with (physical) Death. That’s Why We have all those songs & stuff reminding us that “I’ll See You Again” someday. In some multiverse, or Universe.

It’s totally Accurate. 100% Guaranteed.

I Love You. Never forget that. And…

“It’s All Gonna Be Okay. I Promise.” xo

/CR

“The Meaning of Life”

Conscious Me to the Universe:

“What is the Meaning of Life, God? Please. I need help, here! This place blows!?! But I can’t seem to find My way outta this f#cking maze You call ‘Life’! $%&#$@”

. . .

. . .

My SB to Me: “That’s the Wrong Question.”

My SB to Me: “What does My Herd think? What does My Mom say? How does Society answer this question??” [N: *runs to Mr. Google to search for memes*]

My SB to Me: “There IS No Meaning!? This is all BS! It all Means JACK SH#T!! Aggghhh!”

My SB to Me: “Dude, calm down. ‘It’s All Gonna Be Okay, I Promise.’ Here… have this cookie, fresh outta the oven…”

My SB to Me: “I need My Bestie?! I need to talk to Somebody, Anybody!” *scampers off to call My Liz*

My SB to Me: *breathe, breathe*

My SB to Me, again: “Keep breathing, Kid… ‘This Too Shall Pass.’…”

My SB to Me: “Grab the lowest hanging fruit. First thing in front of You. One step is all it takes. Baby steps. You are still in the tunnel right now. Trust Me. Trust Yourself.”

My SB to Me: “I’ll survive this. I have so far, right? Right??!”

. . .

*Spoiler Alert!* Yes, DR. You Will “Survive” This. But – and this is a big butt – only if PASSION believes You can. So start there, first.

Good Luck! xo/CR