20 Ağustos 2009, Perşembe
saat: 08:12
Fuck all that.
Get yourself in front of a mirror. None of that naked bullshit, just do it.
Stand in front of it and look at what you have done to yourself. Look into your eyes, as yourself. Happy?
My favorite exercise is trying to look sad. You want to see the face when you are sad. It's pretty spectacular if not downright disturbing. Looking angry is pretty tough, most likely to end up in a few awkward laughs.
Think about it though. Why awkward? Unless you are in a Gilette commercial, your bathroom has a door and I bet you closed it.
Life, is fucked up.
Look at the way time has taken its toll on you. Have you done anything with your life?
Think about what you have missed on your way to that top that you know damn straight that you will never reach. Was it all worth it? People you have left behind. Sacrifices you have made. In the name of, what? That title?
Fuck that shit.
Don't be a vagrant though. Find something that gives you pleasure. But find something that enriches not only you, but the people around you. Make a difference for people, that's the only way to make it count.
It's not really the process a lot the time. It probably won't be fun. But life isn't supposed to be. It's about making something. Building. One brick at a time. Wiping your sweat of your forehead and swearing a lot of the time.
You don't really matter. I mean, you might. But probably not.
One way to find out is this.
Kill yourself, hypothetically.
Of course your family and friends are going to cry. They really don't matter though. It's same for everyone.
Fast forward two weeks. When all that whiny mourning is over, you'll be essentially a few memories. Nothing left behind. Maybe someone will find a replacement for that stupid job of yours. You were a peon.
That is sad.
