I can’t help it. I really, really, really love the bitter and the sweet of my life; the “l’amaro e il dolce”. Even when things seem so incredibly fucked up things always get better and because of the fucked up stuff, I appreciate the good times so much more.
You gotta learn to surf or you die.
And I’m digging the ride, man.
I fall in love, I fall out of love.
My car breaks, I buy a new one.
I finish a job, I start a new one.
I lose a friend, I make 3 more.
It’s all about letting go and just experiencing it.
I love the moments of grace when I remember this and am able to tell myself:
“Back off, Warchild…seriously.”
Thanks to all of you who help me experience this.