Each early morning I awake I know you are with me. Together we keep rolling…
If you think somebody is literally Hitler, is literally a Nazi, and is literally going to commit genocide, then you feel morally justified when you punch them in the face. Hell, it’s the least you can do.
We are really, really good at convincing ourselves that it’s not the right time. We are also really good at convincing ourselves that someday will be the right time. We wait for the weekend, for a raise, for things to fall into our laps. We think there will come a day when we’re 100% ready, when it’s comfortable, and when it is “right”.
I was once in a relationship that seemed positive and supportive at first. It began with a steaming pile of promises right up front. These promises included loving me forever (after knowing me for less than six months) and wanting to have children together (before even living together). It was my entire future wrapped in a button-up.
“Here’s how you talk about a divisive presidency in a way that is productive and honest.”
The truth of the matter is, having someone care too much about you is a rarity.
Stories are created. Strangers become friends. Insights are gained. Experiences become possessions.
“Better dead than Red” is what they used to say during the Cold War. But wouldn’t it simply be better to punch a Red right in his good-for-nothing face?
It’s like hitting a reset button on your life. You can literally reinvent yourself, because no one around you has any expectations of you.