(if there is such a thing)
is to go long.
To grind that shit out.
To beat down your own door
when others are knocking like crazy
and to let them in anyway.
To just be invincible
when you know you are weak
and sorry as fuck.
The name of the game is to endure.
To be alone
and old
and given over
to people who mean well
and think about you
slightly
on their shift.
What they don’t know
is that you
have outfoxed them all
because you have lived
and lived
and lived
until the very end
when God confirms
that you know the name of the game.
Author Bio:
Josh King is a guitar-playing photo-shooting wave-riding maniac cum total buffoon. Dilettante and dabbler in all things even remotely interesting, he gives 100% to whatever he is dilettante(ing) or dabbling in, until he gets tired and feels the need for a nap. His illustrious career has entrenched him in some of the most beautiful places in the world: Boulder, CO, Santa Fe, NM, Jackson, WY and the glorious sugar white sands of the Northwest Florida panhandle, his preferred napping spot. His home of all homes and place of birth is Nashville, TN, where he currently lives, loves and works (but only if someone is making him). He loves to downhill ski. Has conversation, will travel.