My heart is a little putt-puttery. Sure, sometimes it chugs along, but not without a kick and violent jolt here or there. Plus, it has this habit of stalling in the middle of intersections when life is careening at me from all directions. I had a roughnecked mechanic check it out recently: he lubed it up and sensually caressed it with his wrench, and it all did was stop completely on him.

How embarrassing.

All I could do was apologize, and all he could do was lament my ‘downward slide’ into life as a solo ‘satellite’ hurtling through roads needlessly alone. “Your heart isn’t just a scrap of metal, dude…it’s part of the greater machinery”. In the face of truth, all I could do was piddle oil. And as I jetted away in getaway car, you could hear that cacophonous heart bang for miles, beat after rightfully wounded beat.

It’s time for a change. Time to throw myself into ‘the unknown. If any human emotion is going to be like a ‘shot to the heart, better it be faced fearless, knowing an arrhythmia or total collapse could be just around the next corner.

1, 2, 3…Restart.

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