November 17, 2012

• Sing on

  

  I used to believe in a lot more. Now, I just see a straight ahead. That’s not to say I don’t have good times, but as for my days, I spend them waiting.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  It’s a very short trip. While alive, live.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  It turns out, you can’t save people from themselves.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world’s going to hell.

  

  
  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Nobody forgets what happens, the secret is learning to live with it.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  It’s not those who are there when you need them. It’s who has been there the entire time.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn’t know you had inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends…you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you’ll go somewhere new. And you’ll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  It’s like all of the bad stuff that you went through, that you hated along the way; the people who disappointed you, the things that didn’t go the way you wanted; suddenly you feel grateful for them, because those are the things that got you here, to this.

  
  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Sometimes when you’re mad, you have the right to be mad. But you don’t have the right to be cruel.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  No one is a failure if they have friends.

  

  

  

  

  

  

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