23 de marzo de 2011

Whatever works!

I happen to hate New Year's celebrations.
 Everybody desperate to have fun. 
Trying to celebrate in some pathetic little way. 
Celebrate what? A step closer to the grave? 
That's why I can't say enough times, 
whatever love you can get and give
whatever happiness you can filch or provide, 
every temporary measure of grace, 
whatever works
And don't kid yourself. 
Because its by no means up to your own human ingenuity. 
A bigger part of your existence is luck
than you'd like to admit. 
Christ, you know the odds of your fathers 
one sperm from the billions, finding the single egg that made you.
 Don't think about it, you'll have a panic attack.

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