Everywhere you look, there are fucking talented people. I don't care where you live, I promise you, there's at least one person in your neighbourhood that can do something a hell of a lot better than most other people in the world. Man, I was out the other day and I met a guy who was thrown out of a circus just because he messed up his shoulder somehow, and his whole life of training was worthless. And you know what he did? He got back up on his feet and became a street performer, working solo instead of getting depressed and having some kinda emo fit like half the freaking population are doing these days. Now, this guy could do one trick, after practising for years, better than most people in the world. Now, what does this tell you? Not got it yet? Well, being a whiny bitch gets you NOWHERE. Trust me, I know.
I genuinly admired this guy though, no shitting around or nothin', he was pretty amazing. You have a serious problem, you look for the silver lining, you get the fuck back on your feet, and you move on with life.
Now, don't get me wrong here, by no means am I saying the past is useless. The past is great, the past is what we get all our experience from, and it influences how we face the future. It stops us making the same mistakes twice. BUT, this does NOT mean we have to dwell on it 24/7 and look for escapisms all the time! Hell, I mean, I'm one to talk I suppose; I'm sitting here on a Sunday writing this shit, but life is a lot better than most of us say it is. We have our goals, ambitions and our dreams, and we have our skills. We are all talented, and I'm not saying it in the whole 'Yeah, everyone's special' way, because I mean it, every single one of you has something out there that you can do better than most others, and if you keep trying at it, you can be the best at it.
Don't question yourself, be confident and be who you are, because everyone is different, and each one of you can make a difference, even if it's just in your own life. We are masters of our own destiny. Wouldn't you say that's pretty fucking cool?
Spike.
His veins burned gasoline.
It kept his motor running,
But it never kept him clean.
They say he loved adventure,
"Ricky's the one you want."
He married trouble,
Had a courtship with a gun.
Bang, bang!
Shoot 'em up!
The party never ends.
You can't think of dying,
When the bottle's your best friend.
spike maybe? ;]
love youuuuu faget
--
THE MAN
THE LEGEND
THE MYTH
THE TRANSEXUAL
Tranny Tom; coming to a street corner near you!
[ Spike is awesome ♥ ]
thank you for the watch, babe
--
THE MAN
THE LEGEND
THE MYTH
THE TRANSEXUAL
Tranny Tom; coming to a street corner near you!
[ Spike is awesome ♥ ]
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