Sometimes, even the way you remember things is tenuous. You are both the narrator and hero of your story. But you aren't omniscient and you are flawed. Even when you look back at shining moments, perhaps they were fuzzy and cloudy. Or maybe right now is the best time of your life and you'll never see it. Maybe right now is better than six months ago. And six months from now, well, that could be better. Or worse. Life is like a bucket over the falls. You know you will probably die, get hurt and not walk away from it. But then again, it's pretty fun to throw yourself into fate. To give up worry and control for once. Dorris Day sang about it once. It might have sounded very happy. Maybe it was. Or maybe she was crying when she sang it.

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