Almost...
Current mood: exhausted
I feel pretty lucky to have almost done more than most people. Ive always had things to do, places to go, and people to see, even if time or circumstances didnt allow it. For example, a couple of months ago I was trudging through western Iraq looking for the same guy that Task Force 145 killed today, that cockbag Zarqawi. We almost got him too. It was almost a dream come true As I sit here reflecting upon my great fortune I see my life as a chapter out of Voltaires Candide, where demolished optimism pays tribute to unexplained resilience.
I have almost done a lot of things in my life. I almost became a pilot, I almost stayed in college, I almost had a good marriage, I almost won the lottery, I even almost got killed once, but I cant bitch about that one, or something like that. My buddy Verbist says I cant really bitch about this one little thing so I will trust his wisdom like Candide did with Dr. Pangloss.
I will try not to contradict myself and stick to the optimistic philosophy that almost is not deferred disappointment; In fact, quite the contrary. Not to have any dreams to lament over is the true tragedy. Looking back I have had, and am having, quite a life. If nothing else it hasnt been the stoic acceptance of the normal bullshit. I might not have actually accomplished many of my goals yet, but I havent lost sight of them either. Starting this year, Im going to start marking some of these objectives off. Hell, Ive still got time; Im still young; Im almost...
