The world pressing down on my shoulders and riots in the streets.
Yet I still feel ecstatic, no matter what. I will be good. Confidence? Cockiness? Maybe a little of both.
It’s this irreducible axiom. Sorry, translation; it is all good.
My base premise is that the world is good.
The fire, life, pain, suffering; each is an aspect of this great life we get to live.
So, yep there is bad shit in this world. No doubt.
My advice?
[Tweet “Give the pain no respect. Go after your happiness. You have one life, only you can live it!”]
People say to me they would love to live in my rose-colored world.
JUMP IN, the water is warm.