Life is swell. I really mean that. I am in full go-with-the-flow mode because, well, ya might as well be.
I control nothing.
Live it, love it, learn it. Smack it up, flip it, rub it down.
And you, Gentle Reader, you control nothing as well.
None of us do. You can only do the best you can do and hope the other lemmings do their part to keep you from all bounding over the edge into oblivion. If you do your shit and Joe Lemming doesn't do his, you're screwed right along with him and all your employees. Perhaps I've said too much.
I suppose I'm being cryptic again. The thing on my mind is this: Life is futile, so you might as well give up and die now.
Actually, here's the deal: My karmic lesson in life is that there is no such thing as security. I get it. Cute concept. No seriously, I understand. Enough demonstrations already... I see the point. I can't have security, I can't plan anything, I can't depend on anyone or anything when you get right down to it. Got it.
I sound bitter and cynical, but the truth is, I feel more secure than I have in a long time because I am finally getting a grip on the fact that I control nothing and that I will never have security so I can stop sweating it. What's the point of striving for the elusive dream that I'll never possess? I might as well relax and enjoy life. Dontcha think?