My God, the world can beat you down, knock the air out of you and then double-check to see if you're still alive by giving you one last punch. However, the human ability to basically push forward, come out of the deep end and keep going is amazing. How much can one take? This week has been a showcase of death, tragedies and hard times that have come upon the people where I work and who live in this small town I call home. Has it always been this way and I'm barely noticing, or has it grown and crept up like some monster that I was afraid of as a kid??? As far as trying to get along with people (family/workers) forget it. I don't want to say anything for concern that my head is going to be bit off and spit into the parking lot. Kids, things just really suck right now.
Have you ever thought of when it comes down to the wire and shit gets really bad, how are you going to help yourself? Are you going to fight or lay down and take what's headed your way? I am a constant believer in the first choice but even now, this very second, I've got a very little amount of optimism floating in and out of my brain. Perhaps I need to pick up where I've gotten lazy on this little journey of mine and carry on with or without anyone. You can never really stop growing, it's a lifelong process. I still yet to learn how to listen better, say less and let others go. Those three things, when I see them in writing are a hell of alot easier to type than accomplish.
Take the advice from Mark Twain:
"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. It owes you nothing. It was here first."
Scream, cry, drive, or dance, just get it out of your system and don't hurt anyone you didn't mean to. If your day is bad, I wish you a better one tomorrow. You're not alone. Not by a long shot.
And to all a good night.