Call me crazy, but here's the thing. I ain't one of those folks who like to look ahead of me that often. Or at all. I mean, all right, there is some merit to the idea of having a plan; one of them rock-solid plans that will give you direction, whatever that is. But you know what, fuck direction, seriously, it doesn't take real life into account.
My old man's always telling me, "GET SOME SENSE INTO THAT GODDAMN HEAD, FRANK. I DIDN'T RAISE YOU TO BE NO IDIOT." He says that I have no concrete plans for my life and that everything he ever did for me is just going down the goddamn drain. Before you start thinking of me as some ingrate, lemme tell you this, pal.
The way things usually go is that they hardly ever go the way you planned. Hey, listen, my cousin Jenny was expecting a kid, okay, and she found out that it was a little girl and all, and so she and her husband fixed up the guest room at their place all feminine-like, with pink walls and all. They even got a pink bassinet with the frilly shit, you know what I'm saying? Then one day, I find out that she'd lost the kid, and that she'd never be able to have any ever again.
I'm not saying life is always shit. I'm no pessimist, believe me. Quite the opposite.
What I'm saying is, you take this life for what it is, for every second you breathe, for that pretty lady's hand you're holding this very moment, for that smile you got out of the kid sitting at the table across you, for your old man's chest moving up and down while he's asleep. You take it in for all it's worth and be thankful for every second you got here.
Maybe you all have a point, working your 9 to 5's, thinkin' ahead of time, saving up for that fancy sports car and whatnot.
But we gotta be honest with ourselves. Dreams are beautiful, to wanna be able to look ahead and make big plans, that'll always be in the picture for us human beings I guess, but what I'm saying is really this.
Now is all we've really ever got.
Just now.
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