Perseverance, Poetry and Love.

 Without it, where would I be? Where would we all be? Now these aren't entirely rhetorical questions, because I want you to honestly think hard for a second and ask yourself; where would I be without these three things? Now, I can't answer them for YOU, but I can tell you a little bit about me.

Why is perseverance first? Is there a specific order? You're probably asking yourself these questions, and contrary to what one might think, yes they're in this order for a reason.

LIFE hands you lemons. With the occasional sugar packet and spoon to go ahead and make some sort of tasteful shit-show out of the life-lessons of a hand you've been dealt. Not to sound so cynical, but most of what we remember about our 'life-lessons' are that they didn't necessarily start off as happy-go-lucky (or whatever the hell type of fairytale shit that means). NO, it usually starts off shitty, gets even shittier and turns into a complete pile of chili shit before you can decide if it's actually been an invigorating experience for you or not (or determine if you'll laugh about it later). Make sense?

Well, not to me either.

I mean, we have to go through this shitty chili semi-sweetened lemonade life sometimes without a freaking spoon so you can't even mix the shit. So where does perseverance come in? aaaaaahhhh...now we're thinking.

It's everywhere. Perseverance is what you chose the day that life handed you that artificial but 'organic' taste-less sweetener when all you wanted was some REAL fucking sugar, and YOU drank that bitter chili-shit lemonade instead of writing a gossip column crying like a little girl who's brother just set her pigtails on fire. (hasn't happened to me, but that still sounds shitty too).

Anyways, YOU chose to get through whatever it was that fucked up your day, and whether it was a minute microscopic piece of chili shit, or a whole landfill, you still powered through it. I commend you for that. Seriously, I do. While most of the world is out crying on social media about how their lips don't look like Kylie Jenners' and their asses don't look like Bruce's...or Chloe's or whatever the hell, you probably literally stepped in chili shit, ran the neighbors cat (1 of 57) over and spilled your coffee on your white button up all before 10 AM. (Ahhh first world problems).

So I commend you. Perseverance is what got me through life. and I'm not even entirely sure if I'm using the damn word correctly but hey, continue to persevere through whatever shit-storm you're going through, and I promise, you can always buy another shirt.

Moving forward, Poetry. Pretty self explanatory huh? I think so. I mean, I personally write to heal, (and also to not rip peoples throats out and feed them to my dog because then I would go to jail and really be deemed crazy) and while you can definitely find something poetic in everything (sounding like a true artist or nutcase or whatever you want to call it), as cliche as it might sound poetry is in everything. It's just how you look at things.

Now if you're wondering if I'm going to italicize everything in the following paragraphs to promote emphasis on my poetic lifestyle-NO. But I do like to get my point across. If you can take the dullest moments, the ugliest moments, even the chili-shit moments in life, and find something poetic about it, then this is one of the ways that you are persevering, quite possibly without even noticing.

Poetry, is what led me to believe that Love exists.

Now I'm not even just talking about over the moon, shoot for the stars, land among the fields of lavender bullshit love stories you see in movies okay. Because (yes I'm starting a sentence off with because *middle finger emoji*) ...because if you live in the real world, which I'm almost positive like a pregnancy test that you do....you know that that shit just does not exist. They always forget to tell us what happens after the credits stop rolling and the baby bottle runs out of formula at 3 AM, and all the 'new' fucking Walmart's now close at 12:30 AM -_- (again, first world problems).

Anyways, I'm talking about the love that we share amongst one another. Family, friends, even strangers. Everyday love. The everyday genuineness that actually exists. For me, it was realizing that love is the random person that passed you the salt to put on your lime at the tequila bar, it's the way the sun hits your face right as you step out of the house in the morning (before maybe even after you step in chili shit), love is the way your friend called you to talk shit about someone else, or the way your moms drunk (or old) ass texted you a million irrelevant emojis.

Love is the way the words imprint the pages. The way the words form around what once was a blank space. Love is the air that fills your lungs to allow you to see another day. It's all around you.

Perseverance, poetry, & love, is what gets me through my chili-shit lemonade of a life, what's yours?

-Inspired by HAGs<3