It doesn't matter why what happened did. You are only as successful as your last big hurrah. Someone will suddenly say something, unwittingly, about something you have or have not done. And you wince.
Then when you are alone, you turn the contents of your thirty something year old existence inside out. And when you sort through the medals and wounds, you realize, each scar tells a story. You may go red in the face narrating those excuses and explanations, but it's pointless.
And after you stew a bit, and brood and have arguments in your head, you realize, what in fact you should have known all along. There is only one way to get through the madness and ups and downs.
To not give a fuck.
Then when you are alone, you turn the contents of your thirty something year old existence inside out. And when you sort through the medals and wounds, you realize, each scar tells a story. You may go red in the face narrating those excuses and explanations, but it's pointless.
And after you stew a bit, and brood and have arguments in your head, you realize, what in fact you should have known all along. There is only one way to get through the madness and ups and downs.
To not give a fuck.
6 comments:
yeah truly said...
always remember that success comes at a price but its always worth it in the end...
I always say scars tell a story.. and my friends always tell me this: When something goes wrong, look at your hand. There you'll see how many give-a-fucks you have. None.." Keep your head up! (:
Your speaking my language.
Nice, but one thing, you would do well to write more often
I kinda disagree with the "not giving fucks" part. The 'dont care' attitude kills empathy, and then we complain why people are so selfish!
Accept your past as it is, and move on. Get to the point that you can talk about those scars shamelessly/proudly. Those scars are what made you YOU today!
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