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Meiji Period (1868–1912) / Hishida Shunso/ Hydrangeas

I guess that this is a follow on from yesterday.  I am thinking that I have to stop feeling so damn guilty about the whole “being part of the overshoot” thing that I use to beat myself up.

Look, at the risk of sounding like a angst-ridden seventeen year old, I didn’t get a say on when and where I was born.  Mama pooped me out sixty-seven some odd years ago into a strange land and I made my way as best I could.  

Old hillbilly saying, if it’s not raining, the roof doesn’t leak, if it is raining, I can’t fix it anyway.  

I can’t fix the leak.  I can’t get off the world.  I am not a Jain and choose to starve myself to death to keep from hurting something somewhere.  I have to play out the game.

But, having spent 10 years of my life on the gridiron, I know that when you are hopelessly behind, you don’t play that hard. Sometimes you know in the third quarter the game is lost.