How old is old? And why did I get a new skateboard? Tried to land an airwalk and a spear of pain shot up my back. Gotta keep it low to the ground: skate the curb, the flat. G-turns and wheelies are low impact. Throwing in a shove-it combo didn't seem to do any permanent damage.
How I squandered last year's freedom of motion! The ollie impossible was at least potentially plausible, once I learned the proper footing. But now--today--even the possible seemed unattainable. It could be time to let it all go. I had my mind made up, in fact. I was home free and boardless, my mind at ease, feet on the ground. So why did I get a new skateboard?
It's all karma, they say. Or fate, character--call it what you will. Then there are the allegations of free will, and the alibi of responsibility. I've heard it unfolds as it will, and you can go along with it or not. Best to go quietly, then, without a fuss. Try your best, fail, recover the inner directive, start again, stumble, get up, discard the mind, then plead to the Lord almighty to make something good out of it all.