Life Is…

By someone else on March 15th, 1995

Life is shit. Life is shit and dandelions. It’s not good and bad, not truth or untruth, not Heaven or Hell, it’s shit and dandelions. Shit is real, it makes things grow, but it sucks. It’s shit. Gross, disgusting, evil, twisted, and absurd. Absurd whenever it takes itself to be anything more than shit, and that’s why I hate it. But life’s dandelions, too. I don’t mean roses and white lace, dandelions are children with food on their faces, cartwheels and trampolines, finding rainbows, puddlejumping on rainy days, pina coladas, and snowdays. Life is nothing serious. Nothing at all. Nothing worth taking seriously, nothing worth dying for. It’s only worth living for.

Everything serious exists because I can recognize that life is shit and dandelions both. If it was either one or the other I could respect myself taking nothing seriously, but it isn’t, it’s both. Since I see that it’s both, I have things I have to take seriously, things that are worth dying for. Love… My concept of self… And all my morals are almost that important.