mistakes

so you've made some mistakes. so you failed. so what? it's nice sometimes to dwell on your failures.

because someday, when you're old and gray and all alone reading the sunday morning paper and sitting on your rocking chair as your dentures fall off your mouth; when you're old and you can't even remember your wife's name; when you're old and the highlight of your everyday is eating processed food; when you're old and you get a kick out of doing petty misdemeanors like not taking your daily pill; when you're old and you forget once in a while that your underwear goes inside your pants; when you're old and you get ignored... you'll realize that success has been your greatest liability.

you work all your life to succeed... eager to get to the next level and cease that life-altering opportunity of hitting it big time. and when you finally get there, you'll be so proud of the rush you'll surely feel knowing everyone is below you. after that you stop and think, what next? then you'll see that there'll be nothing left to conquer.

you see, success is a lot like a bright, white tuxedo. you feel terrific when you get it, but then you're desperately afraid of getting it dirty, of spoiling it in any way. so you stay paranoid; you live in fear; you fear failure. but i don't want to fear failure anymore.

to tell you the truth, i fear success more than i fear failure.

today, i am as nostalgic for the bad as i am for the good. so i say fall down, make a mess, break something occasionally. but remember that the story is never over. and always, always, always remember, when all else fails, there's always delusion.

let me leave you with a thought:

if you can laugh at yourself loud enough and hard enough every time you fall... then people will think you're just drunk.

i'm out.