Its too easy to bitch about the negative. I refuse. I'm doing well, but the words don't play as well in the absence of tragedy.
The truth is life isn't made wholly of euphoric highs, and abysmal valleys. These petty woes and stings visited upon us while living won't end the world, nor even seriously distress her. Wasn't that the bastardization of a Churchill witticism? The point is we should stop acting like it. Though internet narcissism would allow for it. I can imagine it perfectly, a generation of Audrey Hepburns; stylish, thin, and vastly delusional. We all must see ourselves as the here-and-gone-with-the-wind, fate-blown heroine, or some poor disenfranchised youth, trapped in a bullshit adult-run world, like James Dean. Poor, helpless (but gorgeous) us!
But try as we might, we are not James Dean. And we are not ending the world with our complaining. Nor am I, which is in a way why I recognize the futility of sending my negativity into the void like this, day after day, complaining about my stupid, insignificant problems.
More practically and without editorializing, I'm fighting my way back from a small low, little, like a fumbled note against the scope of the symphony. And that is all. On occasion, these setbacks happen, and will not be force enough to disrupt the overall healthy flow of energies in my life as I progress towards the inevitable, perfected form of myself which I am to become.
To say no more, I will close with this: our fortune is what we make it. I'll make it my way, through humility or hubris. Either or both ways, this is far from over, World.
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