Indomitable Spirit, Fallible Person

“It’s something in the human spirit. If, in that moment, I had instead seen a mountain, I would’ve climbed. If there had been a blank canvas before me, I would’ve painted. If I had had a child on my knee, I would’ve used everything at my disposal to make her laugh. Let’s say I were near a tree. Well, that one is probably climbing again, like the mountain. Unless I also had the canvas I mentioned before. In which case maybe I would’ve painted the tree. Hell, I could paint directly on the tree too, right on the bark. Do you understand what I’m saying? Ok, say I had the keys to a racecar… wait, do racecars have keys?”

— me, trying to explain why I’m lying on the floor between empty containers of ice cream and bold, tangy barbeque sauce

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