Free

 So, you’re saying I don’t have to pay?

What’s the catch?

At that very moment I walked out of the store with a free item.

I didn’t know what to say.

For some reason I felt like I’d just did something wrong, at any other store I would have had to pay up.

My heart felt light. It was like the weight of the world had been lifted off of me.

Just when I thought I’d reached the peak of all humanity I came back to the store the next day and it was shut down, completely gone out of business.

Damn, my favorite store, gone. I guess somebody eventually has to pay.

Free.

The Pyramid of Freedom

 I began with a steppingstone, then I wet some sand to form a rectangle. When my tower began to take shape, I placed an eye 👁 on the top of my stones in the shape of a 3D triangle. I kept building. Noticing that my hands began to bleed from laying stones, in the distance I noticed a shepherd tending to his sheep. Watching from the top of my pyramid I couldn’t help but notice slaves splitting my seas to get to freedom. I then split myself in half and transformed the left side of my body into a raven and the right side into a dove. I spread my wings and flew away, I saw everything. I was free, the pyramid was done.

A sense of humor

Laughter is good. Even in death it helps us realize that when something seems so serious it’s actually a setup for a good punchline. Standing in a funeral line giving your last goodbye and then later finding something to smile about. Is or was it really that bad? Why spend years trapped in a world that everyone has been trying to fix only to find out that the answer lies in a sense of humor. Can we really save a terribly bad ending? In the end does it really matter?