What Measure?
June 27th, 2008
I had a meltdown last week. Thermo-fucking-nuclear. It was brilliant in its power and intensity and ferocity and righteousness. Absolutely brilliant. My fingertips still feel hot.
I’m over it. My life threatens to become harder. More complicated. It terrified me. I’m over it. There will be good. There will be bad. If you are positive, there will always be more good than bad. Some things you can control, some things you can’t. Can you be positive if you are a slave laboring in the sun all day, every day, until the day you die? Frankly, in that situation, what else can you be?
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Wont you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
I believe that happiness is the true measure of success. Sometimes that requires money, and security, and skills. Sometimes that requires outlook. I hope i can maintain a positive outlook. I need to make that a goal. What choice do I have? All I ever have.
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