Things May Weigh Me Down...But I Sure As Hell Won't Let Them Break Me

It's like the old worn shirt that you like to wear to sleep. You know it's old, you know it's time came years ago, but even with the holes in the shirt, even with the fact it's all stretched out, you still love it dearly and wear it to bed every night. You love it dearly anyway.

It's like the car you've had since you started driving. It's worn down, the windows barely roll back up, the stereo sucks, there's a tape stuck in it that plays only one song...it's old. It's hardly a Ferrari. But you love it dearly anyway.

It's like the puppy you just got. She nips at you and barks and doesn't listen to a word you say. She destroys your shoes, poops on your couch and sheds everywhere. Yet, you love it dearly anyway.

It's far from perfection. That's not the reason why you do the things you do. The reason why is even though you recognize there is imperfection, you accept it, you make it a part of it, you love it even when it is clearly imperfect. You love it dearly anyway.