Hold Fast

Just so you know, I think you’re doing a fantastic job. I think you are beautiful and magical and wonderful. The world can be a cold shot. People suck. Society is flawed. Life can be rough. We all have piles of reasons why we could give up, why we could go left as fuck and just piss it off. So those of you who keep getting up and giving it their all, y’all are some bad motherfuckers. Those of you who continuously get knocked down yet refuse to give up, y’all are my people and I’m wicked proud that you are. Not an ounce of quit in you. And that’s a beautiful thing to behold. Strength is gained through struggle. Steel is forged in fire. And triumph tastes so much better when you use it to wash out the taste of defeat. To those of you out there killing the game, congrats. But this isn’t necessarily for you. This is for my kindred spirits that still dwell in that dark place yet remain searching for a glimpse of sunlight. Keep at it motherfuckers. Nobody likes a quitter and who’s to say that today isn’t that day. The day where the sun finally breaks through the clouds and shines down on your beautiful, tired souls. I know it’s been rough, trust me I fucking know. I know that shit hasn’t been fair. I know that you don’t deserve half of the rotten shit that’s happened to you but hold fast motherfuckers. Hold fast. Suns gotta shine on a dogs ass every once in a while. Through your pain and suffering your glory will emerge. And when it does, your shine will be the shit that legends are made up. Star dust and shit. I love you all and regardless of what I am personally going through I will always love you. Y’all are fucking rad. Head up, shoulders back. We be motherfucking gangsters round here.