During my commute this morning, I thought about the periods of my life when I was the happiest. They were truly short lived. If anything, they were stints that all happened at the same time of the year, the fall and the winter months. It makes me laugh because they were times I failed, miserably. I laugh at myself often because it helps me cope with the fact that as long as I can remember things never work out how I plan. It’s all part of His plan, I guess.
You can always rely on two things to really wake you the fuck up: desperation and failure. Desperation when you’re hungry, you’re weak, you’re unhappy, you’re vulnerable. Nothing says shit just got real like being hungry and tired. Nothing brings you closer to reality than being cold and being cold means you’re closer to death. Remember that. Failure will always be my best measurement in life because it means I am trying. Lately, I’ve been trying a lot.
Perspective is funny. I read about it all the time. The people who work in corner offices and we think they have and can do it all. The doctors and the lawyers and the paths of least resistance. There are so many decisions, experiences, and factors we can’t control that build us to be these characters in our lives and other peoples lives. It really makes me wonder if I am always going to have to play a part.
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart.
These girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart.
Play your part