Chapter Thirty: Here’s to the guy

“Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly
and without law, and must be plucked where it is found,
and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.”

To the Man who reflects himself the most.

To the Man who always loses out with overwhelming feelings of pessimism.

To the Man who survives on a diet of hope.

To the Man who pities himself and owes all to guilt.

To the Man who absurdly denies judgement of himself.

To the Man who fails to comprehend and understand because of naivete.

To the Man who thinks that he can compare to himself.

Here’s to the guy who always finishes last. You.