The funny thing about everything..

..and anything is that you're (for all extensive purposes, anything referring or pertaining to "you" isn't direct at you or anyone. It's passive in the sense that it can be related to anyone. For example, if I were to state, "You are never doing anything," I am meaning, anyone is never doing anything. I'm being broad, I hope this helps. Oh! And FYI, I'm mostly talking about myself, mostly) always learning. You're never the best at what you're doing nor are you any good. What are you then? What are doing then?

Dodging bullets.

You can be absolutely amazing and something and still mess it, it happens everyday. I have a kind of "idea" of how life works. Some may call it a philosophy. I'm going to make it as simple as possible for anyone to understand:

Things are always happening because of other things.

That's it. I could go into huge depth and detail and give tons of description with charts, maps confessions the whole shebang! And you could say, "well that's obvious!" But it gets more complicated than tha--

wait.. this wasn't my intention for this entry. Another time.

I've realized I'm always learning something. Whether new or something I already knew. One can blame the years of abuse with alcohol, or plain Ole "You're a fucking idiot" (by the way, that hurts), but it happens all the time. I've been lucky with everything I've done in my entire life. I don't mean I have luck, I mean I've had opportunities that due to forces within my control or not, where things have been pretty good. But I've gone through a hell of a lot of bullshit too. You take the good, you take the bad (you take 'em both and there you have the facts of life). 

I don't know what I'm saying anymore. Constant edits, re-thoughts, and working on my mom's computer has left me numb. I guess what I'm trying to say is..

That no matter how much I mess up and fuck up, and do things that hurt or upset you, I promise you they're not on purpose. I don't have any excuses for my inability to express certain things, ideas, or feelings, I just want you to know that I'm still trying..

..Pat Morita, I'm still trying. You've been nothing but an inspiration to me, and I just want you to know that I miss you.

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RIP
Noriyuki "Pat" Morita
June 28, 1932 – November 24, 2005