Drink enough gold schlager you can too.
All jokes aside. I don’t drink. Read this in an optimistic tone: things suck right now. They’ve sucked for awhile. Maybe they always will. Who knows? You surely don’t. If you’re the religious type, Bible says path to heaven is narrow and hard to find. Not sure that’s my flavor. Point is, living a good fulfilling life is hard as fuck.
I see a lot of people ask, I’ve asked myself even, why bother? Why not? See you and I , we’re the same. Everyday, we stare death in his face and say “fuck you! Bring it knob gobbler!” So what could you fear? What should I fear. What most call a near miss, we call a near success. I did some crazy reaching out today. I had 100% success. If I failed so what?
I know. 10 minutes, 10 hours, 10 days from now… I’ll be here to pity myself. Really, regardless of y’all love for me, it’s ultimately on me to soldier on. To remember spitting in deaths face. Tempting him to take me. Alas he won’t. Not yet. Until then, the fuck you or anyone going to do? Beat me? Ha, I love the pain. Rob me? I’m broke as fuck. Say something mean? Dude, I try killing myself on the regular. Kill me? Good luck, seriously, please get my whole face in front of the gun.
There’s a few things I can do. Maybe. Maybe not. I’m just going to do my best not to sweat it. Really worst case I got like 50 years of this shit left. Maybe more or less.
My point is, much as whiskered fish has already spoke on, we are our biggest threat. We can’t run or hide from ourselves. Have mercy on the planet if that inward hatred ever turns outward.