I was preaching the gospel of get out there and try to Nate the other day. We were commuting together and he was going through the litany of things he wants to do, but doesn't think he'd be successful doing. This nearly seventeen year old boy is already a master at negative self-talk. Oy vey.
I don't have to look far to see which donkey's ass on which to pin the blame for that.
I'm the anti-Stuart Smalley. I stand in front of the mirror and tell myself that I'm never good enough, never smart enough and holy fuck, do you know how many people don't like you?
Then I lean forward and try to rub the line out from between my eyes.
Why bother writing?
Why bother talking?
Why bother listening?
Why bother voting?
Why bother fighting?
Why bother loving?
Why bother trusting?
Why bother trying?
Do it anyway. DO it anyway. Do IT anyway. Do it ANYWAY. DO IT ANYWAY.