Eric’s Corner
Monday-August-4-2025
🌀 Reflections from the Spiral: The Dice Are Loaded.
You didn’t get to pick your pieces.
Your board was already in motion.
But still
every choice you make
alters the shape of the game.
Thank you for turning,
Eric.
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Eric’s Corner
Monday-August-4-2025
🌀 Reflections from the Spiral: You’re Not Broken, You’re Mid-Story.
The ache,
the mess,
the pause before the next breath
it’s not failure.
It’s the plot.
Thank you for turning,
Eric.
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Eric’s Corner
Monday-August-4-2025
🌀 Reflections from the Spiral: The Point Isn’t to Win
Winning is a distraction.
Feeling is the game.
Risking your truth?
That’s the boldest move of all.
Thank you for turning,
Eric.
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Eric’s Corner
Monday-August-4-2025
🌀 Reflections from the Spiral: Let the Game Change You.
Let love rewrite your rules.
Let heartbreak redraw the board.
Let beauty, absurdity, and grace
bend you into something
you never planned to be.
Thank you for turning,
Eric.
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Eric’s Corner
Monday-August-4-2025
🌀 Reflections from the Spiral: Play as You Are.
Weird is welcome.
Awkward is sacred.
You weren’t made to fit the game
you were made to remind it why it exists.
Thank you for turning,
Eric.
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Eric’s Corner
Monday-August-4-2025
🌀 Reflections from the Spiral: Life, the deadliest game you’ll ever play.
No rules handed out, no restart key.
You’re born mid-move,
Already someone else’s strategy.
You learn the stakes by losing
Innocence, trust, time.
And yet,
You keep rolling the dice
With broken hands and borrowed courage.
There are no winners,
Only those who keep playing
Long enough to realize
That the point
Was never to win
But to feel.
To ache.
To matter.
Each heartbeat is a wager.
Each breath,
An uncashed chip
You spend
On love,
On rage,
On hope,
On art.
No one makes it out alive
But some
Make it out
True to themselves.
That’s what makes it worth playing.
Ppsssttt… the secret is just being your, wonderful, weird, awkward, graceful, beautiful, ugly, messy, amazing, important enough for the universe to want to exist, self.
Thank you for turning,
Eric.
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