What Matters, What Doesn't

Had some thoughts...Today and yesterday.

The older I get the less I give a shit.  To be specifically I could give a shit about the people that don't matter in my life.
The older I get, the ballsier I am.  Why?  Because, I've only got one life.  I've only got one day.  Chances don't come all the time.

All the interests of my reason, speculative as well as practical, combine in the three following questions: 1. What can I know? 2. What ought I to do? 3. What may I hope?

- Immanuel Kant

I know I may not be the greatest at keeping up w/ people...Either it be phone, facebook, skype etc.  But I'm there.  People know how to reach me.  I know how to reach them.  The introvert in me likes to hear from them altho' I know I don't always reach out.

If survival means to exist, I will try my damnedest.  I want to achieve happiness.  I want to achieve stability.  

It's just a matter of getting there.