December 31st, 2017
High on life. I was doing nothing but winning. I didn’t have the most money. Still the same old girls and the same lonely nights. And especially the same problems.
But things were looking better. The gym was something exciting to go too. The friends around were the ones that mattered. And 3 months out from what would be a trip of a lifetime to a venerable paradise with one of the coolest people that had not been stateside for close to 2 years.
Truly on the up and up. Sure not everyone or everything was perfect. There were things missing of course. But the future is bright.
May 6th, 2018
Gym days. Gone. Work. Long and hard enough to the point health was affected and therefore being about one slightly negative emotion from living no different than a bitch on her period.
That slight gut growth from that mild alcoholic haze that happened 2 months back due to the start of misfortune. If not the Redbull being guzzled in certain one week stretches+the last 3 weeks. Just to meet deadlines to survive.
And what misfortune?
Things going wrong left and right. The drunk antics of two certain people aside that caused a mess aside. Paradise being lost and backing out on short notice due to circumstances out of control. And a slow melancholic descent as life grinds whatever good cheer there was.
Well here we are awaiting the inevitable pendulum swing.
What’s assured is that good times will eventually come. And getting up is ever easier when one has acclimated to being kicked down on a daily basis.
Life lesson. Just get up.
Tomorrow is likely never to be a better day. And the dreams had during times of misfortune are certainly better than life itself.
But time goes on. Would you rather be swept away or keep struggling for life? Time moaning is better spent working. Or hell even sleeping. Get rested so that work is atleast a tad bit easier.
All I know is I’m owed a bottle of absinthe, a blowjob, and a steak after all this. Order irrelevant.
Ba hum bug.
All the best,
Comte De St. Germain