Beautifully fucked up change

I'll tell you what's fucked up. The fucked up thing is also the most beautiful thing and that's why it's so fucked up. Do something, don't do something, it doesn't matter to change. Things are going to eventually change, always. This is the rule. This is the only rule.

I hate it. I love it. I dread it. I look forward to it. I want it. I need it. I am it.

I had a wonderful looking house. People loved it. The problem was, I built the house on a faulty foundation. I could have lived with it and carved myself out a pretty good looking life. The problem is, I would just be living a lie. No one would know the lie. But I would, and it would slowly eatr me alive. Did did slowly eat me alive.

I wanted change but the change I wanted came with a wrecking ball. I said, "Fuck it" and slammed that ball right through the house. I knocked the whole thing down! Right when it was finally paid off.

If you're going to tear down a house it's probably a good idea to have some sort of plan. Maybe a plan of where to sleep when the house is torn down. On the other hand, if you plan too much you might do nothing at all. That was my worry. So I didn't plan, I didn't think, and didn't ask for help because the only people I knew were living in houses with faulty foundations themselves and they thought I was crazy. Doesn't matter what they think now, that house is gone.

When you build a new house from scratch, one thing you can expect is a trip through hell. Thsi is where I am now. If my home ever gets built I'll let you know if it was worth it.