When it comes to hitting rock bottom, my aim is perfect.
When it comes to having “one of those days” my diary is full.
You know the feeling? You don’t want to get up in the morning? You just want to curl up in your sleeping bag and tell the world to get the fuck out of your life?
You have nothing to look forward to, and you can’t look back because the world is chasing you for money you don’t have?
Money feels like your oldest friend who deserted you?
When you just want to jump into the water and let it drown you?
When your only company in this circus is your own?
Today is one of those days.
So what you gonna do?
Think of all those children running red-faced to the bouncy-castle, my two beautiful grandchildren among them, charging all the energy, exuberance and innocence that life is giving them because life hasn’t yet happened to them. I’ll think of my children and my grandchildren because I have them – they are mine and nobody can argue. There isn’t a soul can chase me and demand I give them up.
And I will think of all those people who are worse off than even me.
And finally I will think of myself because I have that too. And I can write. Because I know words. I have the best words.
Today I hit rock bottom but tomorrow I’ll turn myself to rubber, bounce back up again and say, “You know what, circus? I am King of the Castle!”