I Hate Failure

I did it again.
Swept under the belief that all people(my self included) are salvageable,  and are entitled to my busting my balls and other tender parts only to keep our heads above the swells of Life. Wouldn't it be nice if we as a species were capable of caring only for ones self and all might and will stopped after that vain degree? But no we are hopelessly doomed to give a rats ass.
*Sigh*
Its a matter of choice as are all things I imagine sans eye color or what body we are born into.
On this day of our nations stolen independence one cannot ignore that this country would not stand on its prime real estate on Zion, IF it not for a reservation to stomp on those who at one time stood us on all fours to crawl (this goes as well for said nations citizens who are on their Grind a.k.a  The American Dream).
I say Fuck Living The Dream and take time out of your day to help the elderly and veterans across the street or to the post office. Then again Where Has that Gotten Me?
Happy.
I'll take it over a Ipad any day.