Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside, remembering all the times you've felt that way.
Bukowski's real wisdom isn't about positive thinking or persistence—it's about the peculiar comfort of repetition itself. That internal laugh matters because it's not triumphant; it's rueful, almost intimate, born from the fact that your worst mornings have a embarrassing track record of resolving anyway. When you're standing in your kitchen at 6 a.m. convinced today will break you, and suddenly remember all those previous apocalyptic mornings that didn't, you've stumbled onto something harder than hope: the evidence of your own resilience, witnessed by no one but yourself.
“Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason...”
Marcus Aurelius“For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. I...”
Viktor Frankl“We suffer more often in imagination than in reality.”
Seneca