Life is complicated, Wrasslin' rarely as much so. Even if motives blur you can pick a side and eventually something resolves everything, you know who wins and you know who loses. When's the last time you felt like a clear winner or loser? We take something from the losses to cope, we never get everything we want when we win. Life is complicated, Wrasslin' rarely as much so.In life we find inevitable choices that are uncomfortable either way, because they are acknowledgements of the inevitability of everything. Most things change, but if you followed the townie dream you still built an adult world somewhere else. Did you take anything with you when you left? If you stayed here what are those things you've told yourself are worth staying here for?
Friends? Family? Obligations? Memories? If only Wrasslin' could somehow help us make the big choices we have to make.
Do you ever wonder about the songs your children make up in the bathtub? They're more stunning than most music you or anyone else would ever hear, but then they're gone. Classics lost to eternity. What about the reality you've built into this universe? Those dumb moments that are than damn funny whether you had to be there or not. The Parthenon of Elders you look up to, the mythology of interaction that weaves itself over the years. The girl becomes the women, and even when the glance is gone the heart still flutters. What are the stupid stories that have blossomed like a layered onion in the Circle you call World?
How inevitable have those losses been? But in those times have moments been forged, has another Bardian Ballad entered into the Canon of this Numbered Earth? Gotta' pay whatcha owe, but when you get your monies worth it's always worth it. Is a compromise truly crushing when it brings your hearts desires? Isn't it worth tending a good garden in anticipation of a crop like none other? These are the stories that a Good Man teaches his child, for it is that child that knows to cherish silly and tender things for the precious fleeting fairies that they are.
But also who are we kidding, on some nights it's just good dumb fun. You see that calendar turning but you don't care, because time you enjoy wasting wasn't wasted at all, John Lennon, very smart man. There's no reason not to build the ritual because we can't kid ourselves, these are the tribes we've chosen, and if not these then with whom do we share the passion of heathen custom? Old men will forget, but they will not be forgotten, and it is in those times of lax that the memories spring forth, chances taken/chances dodged, rewards garned/riches foresworn. Who are we to judge another Kingdoms treasury?
