Simple Question

What the fuck is it gonna take?

What the fuck is it gonna take?

What the fuck is it gonna take?

No Limits

What if you have been living your entire life in a wrong-headed way?

If every thought in your head was wrong, or at least seriously twisted, if your opinion of yourself was 100% off the mark, if your perception of other peoples' opinions of you were wrong.

What kind of decisions would you make? Bad ones. Lethal ones.

The power of the mind is frightening. You are what's in your head. No matter your experiences, education, outward persona, victories and defeats, your mind dictates who you are and dictates your level of anguish. Your mind creates its own reality regardless of what reality is.

Internally. You can't get away from it. It is relentless.

And if you've spent decades reinforcing your wrong-headedness, it becomes nearly impossible to get it right. It becomes ingrained.  

There is a point of no return, and once you pass that, you are doomed to suffer forever whatever hellish nightmare your brain can conceive.

There is no limit to the evil your mind can imagine. 

There is no limit to the harm you can do to yourself as a result.

Not Quite So Pretty

If it takes a glass of whiskey to get you to work every day, you are living the real American Dream, versus the fantasy you've been sold.

The Older I Get

"Plus, I hated the thought of dying in bed, physically sealed in my own secretions, surrounded with beeping machines and morphine bags and catheters and well-intended personnel who joked constantly but whose eyes would never meet mine."

From The Hadacol Boogie by James Lee Burke

That is the fucking nightmare I hope to avoid. I have a few family members and extended family members who have gone through this - people who did not deserve the indignity - people who were fighters - people who lost the war anyway, after giving it everything they had in their heart, in their soul, in their spirit, to beat back a fatal disease.

I'm cool, got no problems. I'm also 72, and you never know when your body is going to betray you, and rain down intolerable suffering upon your physical being.

The older I get the more motivated I become to buy a gun.

Ya Think?

 Cynicism works better than despair

Careful, Now

Tequila is not harmless.

Nor is it innocent.

Nice Moves

You have to earn the right to be depressed.

If changing your life is a critical need, but you have done nothing to help yourself, you have no right to be depressed.

(Pretty harsh, huh? What if you have done nothing because you are depressed? Nothing's simple, people - nothing is straight forward.)

Ultimately, life makes no sense at all, so if you are looking for logic, you might as well grab a bottle and dance naked in the street.