Life can be a real bitch.

It seems to me that life is all about momentum. When you have your shit together, good things tend to fall in place in all aspects of your world.

Conversely, life takes great pleasure in piling on top of you when you’re down & kicking you straight in the balls when you’re busy trying to get up from the last of several punches in the gut. I look back to days gone by and remembering thinking that I must’ve been a holy man in the past, or a great humanitarian or something. In the past nine months, however, I’ve endured more than what I’d say is fair for on person to have to deal with. To keep things in perspective, I’m not talking about family death or illness, but I’ve certainly suffered more than my share of pain and indignity.

As I try to piece things back together & regain some form of my former level of happiness, I continually have new hurdles placed before me. Some of them are mere bumps, but others bring me to a full stop, again. All the while, I continue trying to get past the pain…

… or at least learn to accept that it’ll never go away.