Be wrung…

Maybe trying too hard to get it right is the best way to get it wrong.

You have life today and then it’s gone.

Should you drink wine or water?
Should you go to the church or the club?
Should you love the person who deserves your love or the person who needs your love?

Hell if I know.

I know if I try to be someone who doesn’t do anything wrong, I won’t do anything.
And that’s like being dead.

So I’m just gonna do some things. I’m gonna pour out this wineskin. And wring it…

Our blood burns through the atmosphere for a few fatal seconds and then the flame goes out and our bodydust settles into the earth.

Anything we do is a momentary flailing as we fall through the light.

Still, all you can do is all you can do so all you can do is what you should do, right?

Maybe I’ll screw up and accidentally do something right. Maybe not.

It’s gone forever in a second.

Be reckless.
Be wrong.
Be wrung.

Or don’t, I guess.

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