It's Been Said

It's been said that bad decisions make good days.

I beg to differ. I make bad decisions all the time and what is I live with? A pounding head. Sure, it lets me know I'm still here, I'm still alive but why do we go to such great heights to neglect feelings?

We drink copious amounts of alcohol, someone of us smoke pot, some do both. Yet all we do is try to find a fix to escape the reality of what is our life. We try to take it as it comes, roll with the punches, take it all for face value, but we fail. We all have a vice gripping us to the wall that is life.

Passionate as we maybe to our calling, but I've learned passion works in two ways. A passion for love, as well as a passionate hatred. It's a sick cycle we all abide by, but than again, without passion where would we be? We would have never evolved. We would still be more barbaric than what we could have ever been, or would have ever been.

We are too concerned with things that don't mean a shit. Think about it. Global warming? Oil spill? Both great things to ponder/worry about. A poor child's education? Education in general? It goes un-noticed.

To be frank here, I don't know where this rambling/rant/poetry is going, I'll go as far as to say I don't even like it.

6 AM is going to come once again far too early.