Do I believe in it? Of course. Some
days are good and some days are bad.
Sometimes you’ve earned that good
or you’ve earned that crappy day,
and sometimes the bad guys get away
with the murder of the dead guy who,
while alive, was nothing but a sweetheart.
And look where that got him. Or look
where he got. So, sure, some moments
are lucky. Some years are lucky. Some
decades are the absolute fucking worst.
We take the control that we can, but
there are no guarantees we’ll nab the goal
to which every ounce of our focus goes.
are lucky. Some years are lucky. Some
decades are the absolute fucking worst.
We take the control that we can, but
there are no guarantees we’ll nab the goal
to which every ounce of our focus goes.
