I Believe… [Hugging Ambiguity]

...that the way to avoid death by a thousand cuts is to refuse to be cut the first time. In other words, the more odd behavior you accept in the name of keeping the peace and staying the course, the sooner you wake up to the sounds of your ex-wife fucking a stranger for money less that thirty-feet from you in a sublet. What? Too specific?

...that “do the right thing the wrong way” is the mating call of Chicago.

...that the ones who thrive, who build, who risk, who burn like chemical fires instead of slowly composting in the waiting rooms of life? They don’t believe in death. Not really. Not deep down. Because in order to thrive, to truly thrive, to grip life by the scruff and shake meaning into it like a vending machine that ate your last dollar, you have to believe you will live forever.

...that we are all trapeze artists swinging between “this is incredible” and “what fresh hell is this?” Maturity and wisdom is embracing ambiguity as your co-pilot instead of trying to stuff it in the trunk.

...that sometimes, society feels like a pack of angry, hungry toddlers all fighting for the three swings on the swing set and the only sane response is to sit back, let mayhem unfold, and wait until the kids get tired.