thoughts of a dying atheist

with a new year, must also come the obligation to make some sort of dumb outward "resolution" to people to make it seem as though this is the year you will make something of yourself. i never do this, because i understand that whether or not i do anything with my life, i don't need to do it on the first day of a new year. along with this, comes the flooding of people into the gym, and their inability to grasp how machines work, and the insistence on working out muscles that have nothing to do with anything.

anyways, as i have said, i'm not big on resolutions, but if i had to make one this motherfucking year, after the god awful end of the last, it is this:

I resolve to continue to fight to exist, to thrive, and to embrace the challenge of each new hardship that dares to present itself before me.

I resolve that I will defiantly survive, for the things in my life that matter to me the most, my family, my little girl tia, and i shall not waver, regardless of the circumstances.

i've pulled myself out of the darkness before, and these petty triflings of life that face me now simply pale in comparison to those that i've already endured.

the battle has already begun this year, 4 days in, so bring it the fuck on 2009.