There’s never been a problem as big as it first seems. But there is a great trick to finding reason in waves of emotion. That’s why so many of us drown and are defeated. Our bodies taken deep to the fish or washed up bloated on the shore.
The only way to get through it is to get through it.
And as far as I can tell, you get through it by choosing your moment.
Is it the now—that’s already gone—that’s most important?
Or is it the stretch of time that waits, years down the road?
But hope, being the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, flies and captivates and we believe.
Things can get better.
She will understand.
There will be satisfaction.
And the marks you make will be more important than hours wasted earning dollars for shit you don’t need.
Besides, only the real pricks try too hard at everything.
For the rest of us, it’s a matter of getting by.
Fighting until there is that simple disconnect when we realize everything is for show.
None of it is real and if we have any courage at all we must rise up to take steps we could never fathom before.
No more gods. No more education. No more rules.