To be strong, to be resilient during a time of weakening resolve; how do we do that? What do we turn on, and what do we turn off? What dies inside, and what comes alive? Do we shed our skin and grow a coat of armor? Or do we double-down on numbing agents in the hopes we can still function until the sun comes out the next morning. How do we go on, when the next round of pain will surely be fiercer than the first? How do we find comfort when we are all alone?
Well, for starters, we ditch this melancholy crap, and we grow a set of balls. BIG BALLS. That goes for you ladies, too! Next, we scream at the top of our lungs, “Fuck you! You ain’t gonna bring me down! I am stronger than you!” And finally, we vow to get a good, or crappy, night’s sleep, and in the morning, we make a plan for moving forward. Yep, we write a good old-fashioned to-do list on a piece of paper, and we revise it every day if we have to; but we make a plan we believe in, and we stick to it. And last of all, if your world is truly crumbling around you, and you are totally devoid of control, you say, “So be it”, and you go watch a black-and-white, nineteen-fifties, grade-B sci-fi movie. May I recommend The Claw, or The Thing From Another World. Peace, love, dove homies.