First of all, we need to be on the same level. Come down from your pedestal please. Now, clean out your ears and take off those glasses made of misconceptions. Talk to me on the level, and this might actually go somewhere. You have a degree? Awesome, why aren't you using it or doing what you love? Call me a dropout, call me a loser, but why is it I am doing something I love and you are a slave to loans and things are so hard for you? I figured as much, you have a degree, I forgot that a $30,000 piece of paper makes you better than me. Apologies.
Secondly, there is literally not enough time in life. In the grand scheme of things, we're pretty insignificant. We need to slow down and stop trying to view life as a sprint. It's much more of a saunter. Do things at your own pace, because you want to. Oh, it's not the norm? Tough shit, get a helmet.
I don't need to justify myself to you or anybody. If I am happy and content, why would you even try to take that away? What does that do for you? Give you a moment's respite from staring at yourself in the mirror and wondering, "What went wrong?" That's fantastic, if you have to tear other people down because you aren't satisfied, you disgust me. In fact, if you tear other people down for no reason, you disgust and infuriate me.
You are not a celebrity, and those things called "haters" don't actually give a fuck about you. They probably dislike you because you're a douchebag, aloof of anything in the world except what YOU want or what you want to do. Life is not all about you.
I heard a speech once, from Jimmy V, all about life and what not to forget. Three paramount things are who you are, where you're from and where you're going. So, who are you? Really? Who are you in your heart? Why are you a different person in public? Is there some discrepancy that you have to make up for, or live up to? Where are you from? How does that effect you? Where are you going? Why? What are you doing to get there?
My grandmother was taken from me on Thanksgiving of this year. Her name was Catherine Radich, from Brooklyn. She had a husband for a time, and two daughters. One of those daughters is my mother. The other is my aunt, who has not been heard from in years. My grandmother was the absolute epitome of strength. It was her, my mom and my aunt. She taught my mom everything she knows about being the best mother ever. She worked for Time Life for a very, very long time until moving to Schenectady to be closer to us. Sundays were crossword puzzles and opera. I only wish I knew her better. She bought me my first Game Boy! My favorite quote ever, "A *Game Boy???* What the heck is that?" I was a lad then, now at 22 I was a pallbearer for her, bringing her to her eternal resting spot. Rest in peace, Gramma Kay, may perpertual light shine upon you. I love you. Thank you for raising the best mother ever, and thank you for epitomizing strength.
