The following was posted on the timeline of an acquaintance of mine:
“To the Imaginary Hustlers and Entrepreneurs…. I really do this with my eyes closed. Not because I’m a genius but because I started my own business when I was 10 years old and kept pushing.
I’ve paid my dues
Time after time.
I’ve done my sentence
But committed no crime.
And bad mistakes ‒
I’ve made a few.
I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face
But I’ve come through! #Champion”
Meanwhile, the person who originally sang those lyrics died at 45, by consistently emptying his immune system into the ass of random men. #ShitPriorities
If braggadocio, pride, arrogance were enough–or even worthwhile–perhaps then Freddy Mercury would still be alive to sing about being a ‘champion’, while sucking shit off random dicks; perhaps then Obama would have deserved his Nobel Peace Prize; and certainly Donald Trump would make an excellent president.
…and yet, in the real world…
(Further reading: In praise of folly, Erasmus)