Well tonight has been an unprecedented night of productivity, Wallace and Gromit and JD so here is a poem.
Some people think of life as a journey,
an onward struggle from A to B to C to Death.
Some people see it as a box of chocolates,
because they are afraid to have any original thoughts.
Others still see life as a an all-you-can-eat buffet
where they do not have to worry about the bill.
I do not think there is anything more allegorical
to life than a pair of socks.
A pair of socks can tell us so much about how
life is treating us.
If they are worn and full of holes and darns,
things are probably not going so well,
or you lead a life of austerity.
Socks protect us from…
Not bullets, so not everything.
Socks are allegorical of life because…
OK, maybe they are not.
Maybe I overthought it.
Maybe that’s the point though.
If you overthink things,
you miss the best parts of life,
like new socks,
or going out somewhere completely new,
Staying up all night to watch the sunrise
with tequila obviously.
Running barefoot in the snow.
There are things that cannot be overthought,
so just do.