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           Andtheydothisnotbecausetheyactuallythinktheyaregreaterthaneverybodyelse;theydoitbecausetheyfeelthattheyneedtobegreattobeacceptedinaworldthatbroadcastsonlytheextraordinary.

           Ourculturetodayconfusesgreatattentionandgreatsuccess,assumingthemtobethesamething.Buttheyarenot.

           Youaregreat.Already.Whetheryourealizeitornot.Whetheranybodyelserealizesitornot.Andit’snotbecauseyoulaunchedaniPhoneapp,orfinishedschoolayearearly,orboughtyourselfasweet-assboat.Thesethingsdonotdefinegreatness.

           Youarealreadygreatbecauseinthefaceofendlessconfusionandcertaindeath,youcontinuetochoosewhattogiveafuckaboutandwhatnotto.Thismerefact,thissimpleoptioningforyourownvaluesinlife,alreadymakesyoubeautiful,alreadymakesyousuccessful,andalreadymakesyouloved.Evenifyoudon’trealizeit.Evenifyou’resleepinginagutterandstarving.

           Youtooaregoingtodie,andthat’sbecauseyoutoowerefortunateenoughtohavelived.Youmaynotfeelthis.Butgostandonacliffsometime,andmaybeyouwill.

           Bukowskioncewrote,“We’reallgoingtodie,allofus.Whatacircus!Thataloneshouldmakeusloveeachother,butitdoesn’t.Weareterrorizedandflattenedbylife’strivialities;weareeatenupbynothing.”

           Lookingbackonthatnight,outbythatlake,whenIwatchedmyfriendJosh’sbodygettingfishedoutofthelakebyparamedics.