Accepting.

Harold Crick taught me a lesson today.
My answers always seem to come in the strangest places
Sranger, perhaps may be a better word.
Or Fiction.
All good answers have something to do with feeding the people you love
with baking, and sharing it, and forgetting about the taxes

or living your life, without counting your steps or the number of tiles in the room
because you know why you are living that life and with each strum on that guitar that rocks, you discover more confidence

And given the chance to read the end of the story, even if it's just an outline
would you hand back the manuscript and say

I liked your story. Especially the part about the guitars.

And accept the fate you're given, even if you're not in charge because you are not the author

even though you sometimes think you are

Or would you freeze in fear and stop living your life, because you know you'll die at the end. ?

Harold Crick didn't.