GHOSTING

Carolina Reapers, Trinidad Moruga Scorpions, Naga Viper, Bhut Jolokia (Ghost Pepper).  The hottest of the hot.  Why would anyone want to challenge themselves to such heat?

“Momma always told me not to look into the  eyes of the sun, But Momma, that’s where the fun is!”

Going after that edge.  Extremes.  Doing what others fear.  Experience, the only truth.  Life well lived.

I’ve never been happy being comfortable.  Always pursuing the real living, the joy and the pain, the heady and the low.

It has molded my running and my expectations of others.  Certainly has shaped my circle of friends.  Those that have stuck through the good as well as the bad.  Those strong enough to continue discourse even though they may disagree.

Ghosting.  A relatively new phenomenon that only further supports my rant on the self entitled.  Pointed contrast to open communication.   I’ve reached out to almost everyone in the past few months.  Peacefully, olive branch in hand.   Most have had the courtesy to reciprocate.  But not all.   If a ghost ignores you in the forest should anyone really care?