No matter how much one plays, drinks, fucks, talks, smokes, whatever..
They end up like this.
One can only count on one’s self. There’s no forever. Only, for now. The only bond one has is with one’s self.
The man that is happiest is first happy with himself. The man most at peace is the man first at peace with himself.
Otherwise, he has nothing. Fuck relying on others.
Fuck it.
Love yourself.
One must live for one’s self.
jtinseoul 
Perfect.
Reblogged this on Abraça o Vento and commented:
And so that is…
Ok – but (and I always hate saying ‘but’) … I feel like an ‘old man on a farm’ (there is a Randy Newman song) it’s wasting vast energy (ener-Ghee – like the people in India maybe would say) … And – I often enjoy to say ‘And’ – cos that makes even a bad story continue ,-) complaining about ‘Fuck relying on others’. It’s just … life. Wouldn’t you like to share Mose Allison and me having an agreement like …
If this life is driving
You to drink
You sit around and wondering
Just what to think
Well I got some consoloation
I’ll give it to you
If I might
Well I don’t worry bout a thing
Cause I know nothings gonna be alright
You know this world is just one big
Trouble spot because
Some have plenty and
Some have not
You know I used to be trouble but I finally
Saw the light
Now I don’t worry bout a thing
Cause I know nothings gonna be alright
Don’t waste you time trying to
Be a go getter
Things will get worse before they
Get any better
You know there’s always somebody playing with
Dynamite
But I don’t worry about a thing
Cause I know nothing’s gonna be alright
Real and all sincerely,
D-
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