Celebrate

Celebrate with me tonight. Celebrate life in all its beautiful agony. The sorrows of rejection by SafeHaven are nothing. Not really. Petty and minor. When I die, I will be forgotten quickly, as we all are. Life is cheap and fast, over in a whisper. There is no sense wasting a moment of it over petty ruminitions. Well, ok, a few moments spent in darkness, if laughed over later, perhaps can only improve on a person.

What am I saying? Celebrate. Life is beautifully imperfect. I embrace my faults. And yours, too. Faults and mistakes are nothing really. Think about space and time and the universe. My faults and yours, our worries equal the worries of ants. Or dust. Or nothing.

We're all fuck ups and I celebrate that, too. List your faults for me! Ohhhh, you're ten pounds over weight, twenty? Wow, the world may end. Ohhhh, you're out of money and in debt? Walk away, live under the bridge. Live with your parents or a neighbor, a friend and you'll be ok one day. You're ok now. We can lose everything and still retain our senses of humor, our souls, our selves. It's hard, but it can be done. To shed everything and stay the same.

There's a whole lot of judging going on in this world. Of ourselves, of one another, of people we don't know and have never met. We should all meet naked of all possessions and forgive one another each his or her faults. Nobody's perfect. Celebrate this moment we are all alive!

Here's to you, all of you. I mess up all the time. We all do. Let's forget it, at least tonight and marvel at that glorious sky of stars.