You walk down the street, and you see all the people. You look into their collective face, and realize how God dammed miserable even the happiest among us are. We neglect the greatest parts of this simple yet elegant life we all live. Even in the worst of times.
You see, when we're down on our luck, and we consider a time period the worst we've been in, the only reason we consider it so is because of the grand life we were living a moment before. It goes the opposite, as well. Our life is full of ups and downs and neutrals and love and pain and hell and joy and everything in between. All of our life we are fighting for dear life to stay here just for a moment longer for that very reason. We fight so we can get to the next high and so we can feel that next low. We fight for life because it is great.
I sit here on a rainy day while I'm coming down with the flu and must get up tomorrow morning and go to work for a job that pays 75 cents above minimum wage with people I really have no idea about yet, and all I can feel is joy. We are all such wonderful mistakes that it's truly hard to ever feel that this world isn't worth living. It doesn't matter that this mistake has happened billions of times, in every position and location on this planet. It's amazing every single time it happens.
In our life, we will do something important to us, or to others, or to no one. It doesn't matter, we will have lived, and that in itself is an accomplishment. We can lay on our death beds, and know that we have gone through the struggles of this world one foot in front of the other, one day by the next, and we will know that in that time, we have done something so few in this universe have: Lived a life on this Earth.
Life is great folks. Never let your own sense of self worthlessness keep that thought from your mind.
Life is fucking great.
