StoryTime

I have always loved solving puzzles. The twists and turns that my thoughts traverse to figuring out something have always fascinated me. One of my few regrets in this life was when I first applied for my cab license. After looking at my ' permanent record ', the policeman who gave it to me said, " Why don't you become a cop ?". That choice had never occurred to me. I didn't know how to respond, so I chose not to. It took me years to understand my mistake. I realized that had I jumped through the hoops required of police departments, I could have been Columbo, Sherlock Holmes, or whatever the modern-day version of a solver of murders or crimes might be classified as. Due to the odd way I grew up, I have no sense of the future or linear time. Unfortunately, most police work in the late '80s was relegated to the war on drugs, which I considered nonsensical, fruitless, and personally, as I liked medications, dangerous both to my friends and me. That being said...

 Being a human being is complex. When I was a tree, life was simpler. My contact with other beings was limited. They had to come to me. I was firmly rooted and relegated to the spaces my roots and branches could reach. As a bird, I had much more freedom but spent most of my time looking for food and was wary of predators. I'm not sure what other lives gave me, but it's a safe bet that those experiences were much more straightforward than this one. Humans seem to have slightly deeper thoughts. Life is more than survival and basic living if you will. You find yourself saddled with doubt and fear. I know that trees and birds have those things, and I imagine all things do, but life is just for them. Things happen. You deal with them as you can. Humans can combine efforts to combat or increase those things by uniting with conversation and creating a society. In this life,    the society I was born in, 1958, changed drastically just when I could understand what I saw. I went fr...