"Pain or damage don't end the world, or despair, or fucking beatings. the world ends when you're dead. Until then you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man and give some back." - Al Swearengen
"But Derek, that’s not Christmassy" - @chelseaa__n #xmas #alterations #badsanta what’s the name of the #mexicansanta ?
Tonight I drove home from work. It usually takes me about 30 minutes to get home because after midnight the highway is clear and open. I usually enjoy the drive but tonight was mysteriously better. After a blazing hot day the night wind was still warm and my music was perfect. Windows were down, hat was off, hair was blowing every which way and the strings of sigur ros put me in a trans of deep thought and wonder. The drive home is a time for me to think myself and acknowledge my maker. At times I create a mental fret list of all the impending detriments in my life, and as they accumulate I become overwhelmed with worry. However, tonight as they began to pile up I thought of everything that’s bigger than me; I thought of the people I know who live in the shelter where I work, who suffer more than I do, and the immense pain they struggle with. I began to drift and let go. I began to admire the greatness that I’ve experienced in life, the greatness that is before me and the greatness that has yet to come. There were wonderful things about this drive home that I so much enjoyed, I did not want it to end… I wanted to keep driving to somewhere I’ve never been. Every little pleasure about that drive seemed so profound that it brought me an awareness of what I take for granted everyday. Despite my woes I will praise. “I love the Lord, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.” -Psalms 116