Triumph & Disaster

It’s all the same. Some old dead dude, to quote Bill or Ted, said that. Both triumph and disaster are imposters. Life is just life. Don’t worry about it. Trust the process, but not like Sam Hinkie. We, or some of us, are conditioned to be outcomes-oriented. We constantly rank ourselves against everything else and everyone else in life. How’s that working out? Triumph makes us smug and myopic. Disaster makes us depressed. Both of those suck. I almost died three years ago at 35. Part of my healing process is learning to give much less of a shit. It works sometimes.

If, Kilpling’s seminal poem, is full of lessons that have to be learned before they can truly be understood. If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs — and blaming it on you! If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you but make allowance for their doubting, too.

But you have to earn the scars to learn the scars. You know who said that? I feel like I made it up but there is probably some 1997 rap song. Anyway, get over yourself but don’t get too under yourself.

One shot Josh doesn’t edit.

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