Good for the Heart
Cathartic being never writing. Cathartic screaming in the alley of God's ears. All of the things that make life hard evaporate to make life clean. In the depth of your gut - where the knots tie and the acid builds there is your fortitude.
When you get hit - you should get up.
When you get up - you should hit back.
When you hit back - you should win.
When you win - you should be gracious and humble.
Clarity escapes even the most focused of agendas only to be muddled in the variables that no one can foresee. Gambling teaches you so much about what you can't count on. People change. Families change. Jobs change. Feelings change. Hairlines change. Somewhere in your gut is the Jesus and the Chomsky and the Bukowski you've always wanted to let fly. Somewhere in your eyes is the idea that we could be great. Somewhere in reality is the leash.
Cathartic puffs of destiny. Cathartic rationalization and excuses. Just cathartic bull shit.
