Should life be easy or hard? When my Dad died or more acutely refused his meds and let AIDS kill him slowly I was left to my own devices. How am I going to be an optimist about this? My Mother had already left me at 18 and moved to Canada. We don’t talk anymore. How am I going to be an optimist about this? 22 in a new city I lost my Dad and my farm on the same night. How am I going to be an optimist about this? I became a drug dealer to get myself killed because I was alone. Going out like Scarface sounded better then death in bed like Dad. How am I going to be an optimist about this? I developed a coke habit, and became rich as shit and a great success at dealing, til my partner was killed in a drive by. I looked in the mirror and saw my strung out coked up ass and was ashamed by the years, dollars, and talent wasted. How am I going to be an optimist about this? I quit coke, and dealing. I wrote a book Playing Your Hand Right avalible at https://www.createspace.com/4262251 . First week of sales. How am I going to be an optimist about this? The same way I always do. Remember I’m Taylor Oceans and I can do anything I put my mind to. That’s how I’m going to be an optimist about this. I will sell my book even if I have to sell everything I own but my lap top and steal wifi. And that is the message of my book and my life. We can do anything and you only fail when you quit. And I don’t quit. That’s how I can be an optimist about this. Next week I will sell more.
Should life be easy or hard… Hard. Its the only way you find out what the fuck your made of. And I’ve become a Gentleman America. I wouldn’t trade my hard life for anything. It gave me Moxie. That’s how I’m going to be an optimist about this. I leave you with one of my favorite poems modified for the Gentleman, by a Gentleman.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Gentleman, my son!
And if you feel like being part of a changing America buy my book Playing Your Hand Right:Showing America how to live it just might make an optimist out of you.
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