The F-Words

Yesterday I was faced with a problem that I've never before been so heavily weighed down by. I was forced to practice what I preach.

Often times I preach the 2 F's, by which I live. Fix and Fight. Basically, if something is broken, Fix It, and if you love something and its going (or being taken) away, Fight For It.

Yesterday I was faced with the decision to both Fix something and to Fight for it. Something I love dearly was/is being STOLEN from me, in front of my face, but behind a proverbial glass window, through which I can see, but not pass. I did everything I could to thwart the thievery, but I lost.

I regrouped and rethought out the situation. My WHOLE life I've been telling people to fix things they've broken, and to fight for things they love. But here I was, beating myself up because I thought I had failed and had a huge part of my life torn away. Eureka! Fix it, but it's being stole, so FIGHT FOR IT, stupid.

So, that's where I am right now... Fighting for my heart. Fighting for my love. Fixing the things I've broken, patching up the holes and using prayer as the glue.

If you love something or someone, don't let it slip away, not lead pride hold you down and don't be too cavalier to step out on a limb. Make a DAMN fool of yourself, let them know everyday and GO HARD for it, and if you can't GO HARD then, simply, go home! Use your F-Words wisely.

I refuse to lose, either I win or I die. Pray for me as I continue this fight...