Some things in this world are more fleeting than I’d like them to be. What can I do about it? Well, one valuable lesson that I learned from watching Disney’s Meet the Robinsons is that failure is a great thing, as long it provides the necessary fuel to boost your ass forward. I honestly don’t think that we, as human beings, like to make the same mistakes over and over again. Failure is a brash slap in the face; a much needed wake up call that tells you to get your shit together and work for a better tomorrow. As much as they hurt me, I revel in the fact that adversities nearly always render me a better, stronger person. Once upon a recent time I believed that sadness should not have a righteous place in this world…that people could be happy all the time as long as they constantly reconfigure their social/emotional wiring. I may have been right, I may have been wrong. But now I am starting to realize that you really do need those gloomy days to make the good days that much sweeter. My life these past few months have been quite a blur. Even so, I kid not when I say that I cherished every nebulous moment of it. At this moment, however, it’s more clear than ever. I won’t rack my brain with thoughts of how I fucked up in moments and days that have expired. I won’t dwell on the pointless “if only I…” thoughts. I will live, work, and breathe in the now. I will look ahead with curious, rational, insightful eyes and know that in the end, everything will work out and I will smile for an eternity. As ugly as the past may seem, time spent screwing up is never a waste despite other what naive people may say. Problems, whatever size they may be, are made to be fixed. The Negative Nancy’s and Pessimistic Peters who are convinced otherwise are just weak. I am fed up with being weak. I am sick of making wrong turns when I know exactly what, when and where the right turns are. From now on, I will not drift along mindlessly. I will be a matador of my own existence. I will grab the bad parts of my life by its crooked horns and throw the damn bull out of the stadium if it decides to be stubborn. Then I will proceed to track it down outside of the stadium and make some bull jerky for my dog.