If my Lord Jesus Christ ever gave me the keys to Heaven and Hell, I'd probably lock myself out of one of them — y'know, remember I left 'em on a cloud as the Pearly Gates slammed shut. I'll get better, I'll get better. Been down so long it looks like up to me. Come to think of it, I've kinda had a hard life. I really never thought of it that way. I've had a hard life. And maybe it was not all my fault. Maybe it was.
You get on a plane that is supposed to go to Hawaii and instead the plane lands in Siberia. ... You can either learn to enjoy Siberia or forever feel bitter that you didn't land in Hawaii.
Looking at that man's life, though, I kinda had it easy. I took a flight to Amsterdam and instead landed in Korea. I shouldn't complain, I suppose, since Korea has been good to me more than not. Barely. I did have help from my family throughout the entire course of my condition. But maybe I should feel a little bitter if I'm ever going to get past that subconscious undercurrent sourness I don't usually let myself in on. Feel it to get past it, and hopefully, that will be that.
I pray to my Lord that I may smile without smirking. A smirk is not happy, not truly.
