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Ways to avoid the Grief Forest

How do you avoid the grief forest?  The dark, pine filled, thorny bushed, vile paths. How do you walk in without getting your skin bruised, toe-stubbed, sometimes a tooth knocked out by the mysterious grief monsters? Maybe don't take the path at all. Go around it, its a longer route, but you'll avoid the wretched grief forest. Or like many, get through the good alternative - the valley of substance. You can sleep your way to the other side. You poke your head into the valley of substance and your mind goes to sleep. Sure, it ruins your body. But its the only way to avoid the darker alleys of the grief forest. Or find a way to fly over or dig under, to the other side. But beware, the wanderers who avoids the grief forest! It follows you - like a walking, breathing monster. When you least expect it, it engulfs you. "Feel me" - it yells into your ears. Sometimes, when you look back, it no longer follows. It would look like it backed away from you. You'd sigh of relie...
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The Cool Guy

 Back in the day, I wanted to be cool. Hair curlers, skipping breakfast to burn those extra calories, English songs. English songs were a must. You wouldn't be cool if you didn't know any English songs. So songs I heard - Elvis, Jackson, One Direction, Bieber - anything every other cool people were listening to. 

One day, blasting an old song on the speaker while studying; my dad came in. He changed his clothes and listened to the music I played. 

"You know, back in the days, I used to listen to English songs too. They are fun" - he said, - "You should listen to Boney M. Their music is out of this world. Hear Rasputin"

I nodded, told him I would. But what did my dad know about any of it? I've never heard of any Boney Ms or Rasputins. It must be some silly little song. 

So, I didn't. I continued with my own genre of songs and music. 

And then, I grew up.

The genres changed, my tastes did too... I no longer wanted to be cool. Everyone was dancing up and down on Instagram, to tunes that would soon be a hit.

That's when an old song started to play along in many videos. A familiar song- a name I remembered - Rasputin!

People grooved to Boney M and Rasputin, shaking their bodies and reaching millions of views. The song was magical. I realized Dad was the cool guy. He has been a cool guy all his life.

His childhood stories could sell millions if I write about them, and one day I surely will. So from one wanna-be cool person to another - if your super cool dad tells you to listen to an old song because it's heavenly, you better believe him! He knows!

 

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