Nothing is certain and everything is a gamble.
But I'm willing to bet all the money I don't have, against all the money you do, that our odds at happiness are much higher in that space between where I stop and you start.
That the demilitarized zone that some reality setup between all living creatures - so that we will never be closer than extremely close, while killing ourselves trying to get closer than that - is where we should go out to and meet.
Because the battles are in ourselves. We're each our own mad, ego maniacal dictator trying desperately to convince our inner kingdom that we're gods unto this world. When really we're scared, confused children.
But when we step outside into that indifferent air, we at last find room to breathe.
To stumble. And stumbling gives way to dancing. Dancing to the music of the laughter you're making, and that is being made around you, by another deposed deity.
We find ourselves exiles from ourselves.
Where is this magical place?!
In the space between me and you.
And it's waiting for each of us to fill it.
So ... do you wanna dance with me?
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