mother fucker. here we go again. stuck going round, all but merry, gaining speed. a heavy grip of momentum. it never ceases to amaze us, the tremendous force of a brain’s bad habits. how much we can get in our own way. it’s the truest test of the fool, really, the mistakes of an unlearned, immature ego. frankly we should know better.
and thus we’re hoping there is something with a greater potency than our tempestuous tendencies. a deeper (dare we say soulful?) intention to pull it together. to accept the lessons life is smacking us in the face with, to let them bump us forward as they rage to do. to live better. isn’t it the point.
most of us ignore signs, learnings, lessons when they come a-knocking. at first they’re wrapped up easy, breezing by us as we continue to insist we know better. so they come back for more, manifesting a little meaner, packing a heftier punch than their visits did prior. until you wake up one day and your shit does not look pretty. your vantage point the pit of a ditch you’ve been digging in your sleep.
well fuck. there’s only one way out and it’s up. we are on earth to get over sins, old habits, our nasty selves. forgive adolescent torments, daddy issues, the scars life guarantees to deliver. we are all broken. every human is hurt. we are each but surviving, striving for contentment. the point is to do your best to be better. live, fuck up, get up and learn.