Im'ma take you on

working is tough. there's no ifs ands or buts about it. it's not tough because it's hard, it's tough because it's boring. sometimes.

life is tough. there's no ifs ands or buts about it. it's not tough because it's hard, it's tough because sometimes it hurts.

but i have a new way of looking at things. well, not necessarily new, because i think i always end up coming to this conclusion after going through something. my old adage - who cares? life goes on. just keep laughing and pretty soon it'll be funny. ha. it does. really. just try. haha. hahaha. and here i am, actually laughing while i'm typing this. it's just not worth crying over it. it really isn't.

let's instead talk about the future. the things that have happened are in the past, and it's best just to leave them there. people (me included) always want to dig up old things in the past and overanalyze them. beat them over the head with a stick. until they're pulp. but what's the point? why not just let dead things be dead? it's already happened. what you take from the experience you've already taken. you've already robbed the corpse. so let it be. there's no use resuscitating a dead thing and trying to see what new life you can breathe into it. it's just not possible. we're not that special.

so that's my new thing. just letting it be. it's in the past. i've learned, i've loved, and i've moved on. end of story. what did i take from it? a good friend. perhaps more than one. what did i leave behind? mistrust, hurt, ego, anger, expectation, all those great qualities. so glad i lost those in the past, isn't it?

it's done. finished. over. and it feels great.

my dad says that time is like an old man. this old man is running, constantly running. his head is completely covered in oil, save for a little tuft of hair on his forehead. if you want to catch up with time, catch up enough to say something to him and have him listen to you, you have to get in front of him and grab his tuft of hair. but once he's passed you, there's no way you can catch up. because when you try to grab him, he slips through your fingers (the oil). so my dad says there's no sense in worrying about what's past - just stay ahead of him. think about your decisions, make them, and then forget about them. because he's always running - and the time to think about what you should've done is gone. it's time to look towards the future. to grab on to his tuft of hair and enjoy the ride. there's no sense in living in the past. you'll just end up being greasy.