Why so serious.

If I live in fear, I do not live at all.

I can bend in the breeze or complain about the chill.

I can work for my dream or become a hobo.

I can either sleep all day and be tired or wake up at 6 and be tired.

I can either work hard or be lazy.

If the world is going to end in fire, I could end it all right now.

Okay, so maybe that's not right.




whysoserious

O Gentle Saviour

While on others Thou art calling, do not pass Me by.

I'm just bad at life, okay.

I like to smile because it's easy always sometimes usuallymostofthetime.





I like to talk because talk is cheap and that probably makes me worth something negative.



When a time comes when i can't laugh, it's hard.


I want to care.

Wait. I do care.

butwaitidon'treallycareatall


It's easy to say and act like I know what caring is.
But really?


I don't care.

But then again I do sometimes make things hard for myself
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa.


I have no patience or love or acceptance or whatever.
Wait. I do.
Of course I do.



How else could I have lasted


until






now






Let's start over.


Dear Self,
Well, yeah. You're cool. Um bye. Hope you have a good life.



With my hand on my heart, farewell.
Yourself.

If he's not Superman, he must be a mama's boy.

When the night sky brightens up once more, the moonlight is too fierce.
I am forced to close my eyes.





Don't forget to breathe. You're some kind of angel; I'll never be able to let you go.

Vanity is a sin, but not all of us are angels.

Do what you want, but don't complain about the results. You deserve it.

I can do what I want, but I can't complain about my results. I deserve what I get.

Dante - Inferno (Canto XXIV)

"Omai convien che tu cosi ti spoltre,"
disse 'l maestro; "che, seggendo in piuma,
in fama non si vien, ne sotto cotre;
sanza la qual chi sua vita consuma,
cotal vestigio in terra di se lascia,
qual fumo in aere e in acqua la schiuma.
E pero leav su; vinci l'ambascia
con l'animo che vince ogne battaglia,
se col suo grave corpo non s'accasia



"You must shake off your sluggishness," the Teacher said,
"for no one comes to fame who sits in soft
pillows of down, or lies at ease in bed,
And when his life is wasted utterly
he leaves such traces of himself behind
as smoke in air or foam upon the sea.
Get up, then! Conquer your distress with that
brave soul that wins through every fight, unless
it should turn weak beneath the flesh's weight.


but such is the easiest way to convince oneself of one's fame without being famous except to oneself.

Dante - Inferno (Canto IX)

Perche recalcitrate a quella vogila
a cui non puote il fin mai esser mozzo,
e che piu volte v'ha cresciuta doglia?
Che giova ne le fata dar di cozzo?

Why do you kick your heels against the will
of Him whose ends can never be cut short,
who many a time has made your torments grow?
What good is it to butt your heads at fate?