dear tony, what do you do when things look utterly dire?

girl falling

first, start by knowing that when you die you go to Heaven.

second, start watching sports.

what we love in sports is the team who comes back from an impossible deficit, with their star or unlikely star on the ropes, partially injured, undersized, outclassed, who no one believes in anymore

who makes magic happen when it matters.

and wins by a narrow margin.

no one loves the blowout. no one cares for a team that starts strong and finishes strong.

even the angels and saints want drama, despite what you want.

speaking of… third, read the bible.

theres all the stories about david and goliath, but that’s a red herring because david was never the Everyman, he was a superstar with no peers from the get go.

the better stories are the ones like shadrach meshach and abednego who straight up Trusted the Lord and stayed true to who they were when they were led into the fiery furnace.

always stay true, ponyboy.

it’s easy to whine, it’s easy to say oh woe is me, it’s easy to say damn it sure feels like forces are lining against me, but fuck that. life could be a million times worse. theres people with missing limbs, theres people who have babies and the babies are all effed up. theres people who have terrible things that have happened to their faces and brains and imagine what it is like for them to try to find a job

or try to get a girl to go with them to the dance or even a hay ride.

crappy as things might be for you, odds are you could find someone to go on a hayride with you.

start there.

then remember if parts of life weren’t tough we’d never have poetry or shakespeare or hbo or rage against the machine.

winter IS coming, fyi

are you just gonna sit there and whimper and look over at your neighbors green grass and envy what you think is going on over there.

i’ll tell you whats going on over there

none of your business is going on over there.

you have your own life to deal with, and it’s a full life, and it’s yours.

you are bigger than your struggles.

you have a terrible flu, youre in utah, and you have the ball.

do you really want to be known as the black dude who lost a basketball game in utah?

or do you wanna be known as one of the three bad brothers who casually danced into the firey furnace

and then breakdanced inside it?

theres a reason you learned how to pop lock

theres a reason the Good Lord smiles when He hears your name.

theres a reason when you walk down the street all the little pretties wave their hand.

it’s because you can pull off the crazy ass shit

with style

that no one thought was even possible.

which makes them believe They can.

so if you ever feel like giving up on yourself,

remember you’re giving up on them as well.