Well “here we are again to experience the bitter scalding end…”
I truly want to wish you a happy life—from here on out. Fuck birthdays and their irrelevent ticking off of time—lowering your posture and skin elasticity toward the dirt.
For me, I try to focus on the moment. A simple buddhist-like concept: shit that has passed, I can’t fix it (only learn from it)—shit in the future, I will not worry about because I’ll get mired in over-analyzing hypothetical actions and reactions to hypothetical situations…
You know that feeling you get when you go somewhere for the first time and you notice everything: the trees, smells, breezes etc… Or the chase and first kiss of a new girl…Or running around with your kids…or even kicking garbage cans in a piss-stained club. Without a history or connotations these experiences are overwhelmingly positive and exciting. Well, its all still there if you choose to let go and take it in. And I try like fuck to do this. Doesn’t always work, but when it does it’s exhilarating. And the more I try to achieve this state the more often I am.
I love you.