Life is going to fuck you, and a lot of women won't.
You will be lied to, lied for, and lied about.
Every moment of your life will be judged, and
most of them will be recorded and remembered.
You will be drenched in doubt.
You will be swimming in shame and regret.
You will smile through unimaginable pain, eventually.
You will probably never achieve even a fraction of your dreams.
God will damn you, and everyone will remind you.
Nothing you do will ever be good enough for somebody.
Most of your time will be spent sleeping, shitting, and working.
And the pay will never be worth the lost years.
Almost every moment of inspiration will be overshadowed by arbitrary responsibilities.
Even if you find the perfect mate, have the perfect kids, and live the perfect life,
you still die alone. Always.
BUT.
You'll still wake up tomorrow.
You'll still find a reason to smile.
Even if you don't a reason will always find you.
A summer sun-shower.
A kind stranger.
A beautiful woman's smile across a crowded room.
You will eventually do something you can be proud of.
And should be proud of.
You will learn that no matter what anyone thinks,
all that matters is that you are happy, and knowing that you are doing your best to make
the people around you happy.
Someday, you will take that chance.
You will leap.
You will quit that job and rent a loft and paint and drink and smile.
You will leave the bullshit behind and live your life for you.
You will find peace.
You will be happy.
and so will I.
Because it's all baloney,
and we are going to be fine.
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