| | THE STATE OF THE MENTAL UNION
I am through living my life to the rules of other people. I love everyone who is or has been an important part of my life dearly. But I am so tired of hearing everything I should do, should be, or should care about. Don't tell me what to do. I will do what I have to do to get through, be it bartending, studying for my finals, or paying my $300 speeding tickets. But once that is aside, don't you dare tell me anything more. "I don't care if my liver is hangin' by a thread. Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead." I'm going to get out of work, out of class, out of anywhere, and bust open a beer. I'm going to get drunk as all hell in the VIP at Dragon Room, or on the top floor at Latitudes under the beautiful Florida sky with a blonde on one arm and a brunette on the other, Bombay Sapphire and tonic in hand. I'm going to wake up every morning, late for work or class maybe, hungover probably. But I'm going to look back on my night and say, "Goddamn, I had fun." And because of that, it'll be worth it. No regrets. Why the fuck not have fun all the time? You can sit back and bitch. You can whine and moan. You can complain about what you don't have, and wish for more of what little you do. But what is the fucking point of that? We are only here once. Forget an afterlife, forget reincarnation... you are HERE, right now, and it's your only chance at this life that ends all too quickly. So why care what other people think? Why cry when you fall down and scrape your knees? None of it matters. Get the fuck back up, punch whoever pushed you right in the face, and get on with life. Live for now. Live at the limits. Do something stupid. Get in trouble. Get drunk. Do some drugs. What's the point of living life if at the end of it you are just going to look back at all the things you DIDN'T do and say, "What if?" Every moment we have is a bloody gift, yet we waste it worrying about stuff that isn't ours to control. Forget what you see in the news. Forget what you hear on the radio. Think about yourself, what you CAN do, what you WANT to do. At the end of the day, nothing else really matters, does it? Put in your favorite CD and just turn it up. Drown everything else out; it won't matter tomorrow anyways. There is no tomorrow. Life is like driving: you can either put it in "Drive" and let everything be automatic, caring only about getting from point A to point B. Or you can take charge, drive a manual, heel-and-toe downshift as you enter one of life's turns, and then floor it as you come out. This is my life. I'm going to live it to very limits. |
| | Posted 7/11/2006 6:15 PM - 6 Views - 1 eProp - 1 Comment
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