I kid you not.
My father always tells me before I leave the country.
– Son, there’s only one person that can take care of your ass and it’s you. So, take care of your ass. Listen to me, just pay real good care to your ass.
I have the impression he could replace the body part by back, but meh.
Life is like a river.
I am the best at stupid analogies like that. But this life feels way out of control sometimes.
Like we say we get caught into things.
One day you’re just a pathetic teenager stigmatized by too many failed attempt to communicate with the opposite sex, you close your eyes one night and you’ve been in a relationship for 2 years, you take a nap nap and you’ve been single for 6.
Life is this way, it goes by.
To go back to the clueless portion of this text, I got caught one day. I said to a friend: look I have a pile of cash, let’s go climbing for a month.
He said to me he knew a famous park in Patagonia where we could climb during the Canadian winter. So we went.
I had no clue, mountaineering is big for a newbie that saw only plastic in a small gym of British Columbia (ok maybe I did climb real rocks at some point).
Really life is like surfing, sometimes you get bigger waves, sometimes you go on a small one. Sometimes you just have no clue.
There I go again with analogies…