I've heard, from many accolade ridden knuckleheads, that success is only possible through God.
Or some such nonsense as that.
Whenever someone gets up to receive an award, a finger points skyward and some silly sentimental thanks are given to this unknown entity that seems to have signed that million dollar check and won them a trophy.
Some people luck into success.
What I don't understand is how people who have struggled, suffered and perservered through hardships can give props to anyone or thing else for the hard work they definitely had to put in to gain success.
If and when I make my way out of this quagmire of worry, debt and uncertainty, no one gets credit for surviving this shit with me.
Maybe my cat.
You hear that God/Universe? (Someone call a doctor.)
You get no burn!!!
That'll go over really well.
To end this on a happy note; when I woke up this morning, Miss Kitty (name changed to protect the innocent) was curled up in a ball next to me in "bed".
How sweet is that?
She warms my cold, hardened heart.
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