Dear Lord,
Remember that incident in March of 1999? Of course it's in Your database somewhere, but I figure there are a lot of records in there, so I'll just go ahead and remind You. I was driving down I45 when out of nowhere the pickup in front of me changed lanes at the last possible second to avoid an HL&P service van that had stopped right in the middle of the freeway. Luckily (or by Your grace, whichever), there weren't any cars around me so I was able to swerve much as the pickup had.
Remember how I wasn't wearing a seatbelt?
I was on top of the world. Thoughts of law school were just entering my mind. My relationship with Anna was at its height. I was 6'5" and weighed under two-hundred pounds. I'd never picked up a cigarette. If I had died then, I would have died on top of the world.
Things have changed a lot since then. They've become a lot more difficult. I'm never going to be a lawyer and make a million dollars. I broke Anna's heart and then Elciem came along and broke mine. I'm twenty-five, unemployed, living with my parents, and in a state of elongated flux. I hate flux.
The long and short of it is that life hasn't been easy. Then again, that's all part of the grand design. In fact, those that have been born into wealth and influence are often the most unhappy of all. I'm just as guilty of this. I was born into the middle class. My college was paid for by two parents that didn't get a free ride. I was born in a state that claims me as its own no matter where I go, raised in a state that doesn't care that I wasn't born here, and a resident of the most prosperous nation in the history of the world.
More than that, I have a family that loves me. I have better friends than I could ever ask for or deserve. I'd like to think that I've become stronger and wiser in the adversity I've faced, however small it is in the greater scheme of things.
Naturally, there have been times where I've been unhappy; When I scream, cry, and am too red to do much of anything at all... when I'm heartbroken, sad, hurt, angry, and hopeless...
life is still good.
Thank You,
Author of the Blog That You Probably Need Not Read
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Yes, despite my dumbass always messing things up because I still, despite myself tend to "relax" and let my guard down just because I think for some diluted reason seem to think that all is good and I can afford to make a few mistakes and not make an ass of my self at the cost of the ones who love me, but then again, what do I know?
"...and that was that. All of my dreams, all of my passions went with the crimson hair..."
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