To the High Life as in the Miller Kind

I've always considered myself a lucky man. Luck has been at my side most of my life, through friendships, through jobs, through love, I've carried a piece of Lady Luck's heart with me.

And there are certain friendships that come along, that may not extend with a superior depth, they may not bridge deep gaps of incommunicable frustration, but what they are is high quality. The way you know is that you and the other person can exchange a look, eye contact being key, and that look void of ideal sentiment is truly timeless. Within that shared look you both acknowledge a certain quality, completely personal to the both, that without would make this world a bit more fractured; and that fracture, that instability, would make this world a bit more hellish and a lot more unlivable.

I had an amazing day in Amarillo. I really value my time here, especially with the people I get to share it with. We all go through metamorphoses, and the times between individuals vary considerably. Meaning, my personal metamorphoses, whether it be by choice or circumstance, will not by any means coincide with that of another; however, in the same vain, two or may may join in a similar metamorphosis which can be similar to a "flock" of persons but still be completely personal and relative to each participant. But no matter what the metamorphosis, the quality shared between some friends seems to hold; the seal can handle the strenuous volatility that in most instances would break the bond, but in these certain exchanges, the seal just holds.

And by no means is it easy. I am not who I was three years ago, four years ago, nor ten years ago. Today I looked at a picture of my madre and I say circa '94, and hot damn, thank the Lord I'm not that kid anymore. If I were still that kid I'd be ridin' the hip coke-bottle glasses look into the ground.

But these changes, these one completely personal to me, causes an unrelinquishable frustration that is almost incommunicable and lends to be very excruciating. The inability for one person to really convey, to really communicate by any means what they feel so adamantly necessary to share, could be both the greatest torture as well as folly of mankind.

So that's why, that is why when you have a bond with a person, where in one look, both of you acknowledge not only in the value of the other, but value the energy shared between you both, and that value is of high esteem by you both and will almost never be ill-tarnished, then that my friends is something a person of luck will always remember how lucky they truly are.



Live Relentlessly,
Peace
Remoy