Reminder

Thirty five years on this 4.5 billion year old rock has not broken me.

The universe, in its infinitely vast indifference to my existence, has not seen me fade away.

I come from a long line of resilient motherfuckers; warriors as ancient as the nation that was stolen from them.

I will not break.

At three and a half decades of age, I'm less than halfway through the heartbeat that is the span of a human life.

I'm beaten, battered, torn, and scarred. I'm not, however, dead.

And I don't intend to be.

Ever.

I am a fucking Weeble.