I have no words of my own tonight; I'm just weary from routine and a lack of purposefulness. I dug (literally went through all of my old boxes of books and random junk in the closet to find the little scrap of paper I had written this on in 2007) up this inspiring little number courtesy of Charles Bukowski's Henry Chinaski. This passage makes my heart flutter in the best way.
"If you're going to try, go all the way.
Otherwise don't even start.
This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind.
It could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. It could mean freezing on a park bench.
It could mean jail. It could mean derision, mockery, isolation.
Isolation is the gift; all the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it.
And you'll do it.
Despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine.
If you're going try, go all the way.
There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.
Its the only good fight there is."
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