Monday, July 02, 2012


This has been bugging me all weekend.

Someone asked me, "Isn't it hard to write on your blog every day?"

What I wanted to say was this:

Of course it's hard to do, it's really fucking hard, just like life — and Jesus, when it comes to life most days I'd rather stay in bed and pull the sheet over my head and wish it was a winding shroud, but only cowards pull that shit and I'm not a coward. I'm a strong sumbitch.

Of course writing every day is hard, but that's why I'm doing it — because it's not supposed to be easy. Nothing of any value is easy — a job, a career, a relationship, a kid, a family. Life is not easy. But the hard parts make it more fulfilling.

You want easy? Go ahead and convince yourself that it doesn't matter when you give up something you started with such high hopes. Go live in Dreamland and keep telling yourself that it's not your fault when you run away from difficulties. Go ahead and deceive yourself that it's OK to change your mind at your discretion and quit something because it got tough, even if quitting create consequences.

Go ahead and treat your life like a landfill, and just pile more disposable shit on top of shit to cover up the bedrock. That's the easy thing to do, and isn't that what you want out of life — something easy? Something where you don't have to think and really face reality? Because when you don't try — when you just keep piling on the shit and hope nobody smells it — you don't fail. But here's a tip: you're not fooling anyone into thinking you have a clean, simple house. It reeks. Everyone smells it.

So quit giving up, please. Please. It breaks my heart to see you give up so easily. You have so much potential, so much promise. Quit being such a quitter. You're better than this.

The rondavis in me replied, "Sure, but it's good exercise for my hands and it keeps me off the streets."

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