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Bern, the General of the Offensive Division in Lucient's Army said this, and even though I wrote it last year, I feel like I'm writing this to myself.
“Come on, kid. You can't just make things so fucking black and white. Yeah, shit happens, people die, they all die, we all die. Some people die in horrible, fiery, war-caused deaths. Some people live to the ripe old age of eighty and die in their sleep. Unless you're a God or some sort of magician, you're not going to know how it ends. The best you can do in that situation is hope for the best and just try to keep your head afloat.”
There was a stretch of silence. “Is that what you did, General?” Phillip asked.
“Quit calling me that.” Bern grumped. “Just call me Bern.” He paused. “And if you must know, it took me years of booze and a meaningless existence until I even figured that part out.” Bern sighed. “You can't let yourself get ruled by all the shit your mind makes up. You do that and you'll end up crazy and unable to function. Half of the crap you worry about doesn't even happen, anyway, so what's the point in worrying about it in the first place?”
I need to stop worrying because it won't get me anywhere. Thank you again, Bern. :D
“Come on, kid. You can't just make things so fucking black and white. Yeah, shit happens, people die, they all die, we all die. Some people die in horrible, fiery, war-caused deaths. Some people live to the ripe old age of eighty and die in their sleep. Unless you're a God or some sort of magician, you're not going to know how it ends. The best you can do in that situation is hope for the best and just try to keep your head afloat.”
There was a stretch of silence. “Is that what you did, General?” Phillip asked.
“Quit calling me that.” Bern grumped. “Just call me Bern.” He paused. “And if you must know, it took me years of booze and a meaningless existence until I even figured that part out.” Bern sighed. “You can't let yourself get ruled by all the shit your mind makes up. You do that and you'll end up crazy and unable to function. Half of the crap you worry about doesn't even happen, anyway, so what's the point in worrying about it in the first place?”
I need to stop worrying because it won't get me anywhere. Thank you again, Bern. :D