Suck it up and Fuck it
A deep breath … close your eyes and let all your thoughts rush over you … your “highs”, your “lows” … your successes and your failures … your happiness … your pain. Suck it up, Z … there is no lifeline. Like the many times you have fallen and left gasping on the ground, you know that all it takes is a deep breath. Like everything else in this forsaken world, you have to move on. Stagnate? … never. Solipsism has always been your shield and logic your sword … regardless of your perpetual whining of fate’s bias, you have weathered it … survived … and even at times, thrived. A survivor takes what he has and lives with it … he doesn’t clam up, sit down and wait for death to claim his stupid ass.The world turns, Z … and along with it … the three billion souls that survive with you. You have always believed that depression is a conscious act of wanting to be depressed … it is not magically conjured by some fucked up event. Depression is quicksand located at the bottom a shallow ditch … it is never difficult to get out … not for a lucid individual intent of moving on. Move on with the rest of the world, Z, … accept that fate will sometimes shove a baton up your ass when you least expect it.
Take the deep breath … relish it … steel yourself and whisper … “Fuck it, let’s get it on.”
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