I’m only sure about two things in life:
1) The world doesn’t ever need you, and
2) No one knows the proper value on something, on anything.
Life is every busy lamentation, cognitive discomfort, quiet struggle, oversubscription, underestimation, latent realization, inevitable acceptance between these two facts.
Most people just assume life is what it is. But I learned while young that Mr. Vonnegut sought the cure with kindness while Mr. Thompson believed the antidote to be addiction. Mr. Carver grew to accept while Mr. Bukowski… Mr. Bukowski realized early what a sham this whole thing really is.
But what do you do at the end of the day with all these firmly held and now familiar truths? What do you do when you spent all your youth on trying to be so fucking smart and so full of authentic honesty?
I don’t know, because see the first fact. But if you find someone that understands and still presses on? You fight both facts and hold on.
That’s the third thing I want to be sure about.
