Random Unsolved Plotline From My Life (again)

I'm going to make this short and sweet:

I need to dust off that old copy of Dark Cloud and beat that game.

That is all.

What My Dog Taught Me.

This is my dog Bear.

Bear passed away on February 13th, 2015.

She was a Chocolate Labradoodle my family adopted from someone who didn't want her anymore.

She taught me a lot of things. Like...

Live your life.

There's a lot of obstacles in raising an animal. Sometimes, it can feel like a burden.

But you forget pain. All that's left is the memories. And those were awesome.

All these things you worried about. The ending. Mild paranoid glimpses of suffering.

We didn't let her out sometimes because we were afraid she might get attacked by coyotes.

Were we right in doing so? Yeah.

But it's not something I'm worried about right now. All we can think about is wanting more time. I made sure to do a lot of things with my dog, so I did not regret it when the day came. Do I wish I had more time? Yes. Do I really regret anything? Not too much.

And it's made me take a step back to focus on what's important. There's a lot of things worth having in life that comes with its fears and obstacles. That doesn't mean you don't engage in them. You can either prepare or do, but you shouldn't worry.

No regrets.

Typos. Big deal. Bad reviews. Big deal.

Big picture. Big deal. 

I feel like I wasted a lot of time worrying, and not enjoying the moment. Listening to a person's opinion on a musical genre they don't even enjoy. Stop wasting my time.

My dog's passing has forced me to take a different look at my life.

Don't focus on the dogshit/diarrhea/vomit/whatever

No, it's the light reflection, don't come to conclusions

A couple weeks before her death, I had decided that I was going to feed her rotisserie chicken.

It gave her diarrhea. I got a lot of crap for doing it, both metaphorically and literally.

But that's cleaned up right now. It's over. It's done. And I'm glad I did it. And I'm glad I dealt with it. We live in this anxiety fear driven media pushing society that takes all conflict as a setback.

But sometimes, it's okay to take the cons with the pros.

Sometimes the cons aren't that bad. 

Not going to lie, my dog had a lot of misadventures.

She tried to eat a pinecone once. She tried to smell a firework before I dragged her away.

You regret the things you didn't do moreso than the things you did do. This moment has forced to come to terms with that.

I'm at a crossroads in my life. There's a lot of risk in greatness, or so they say.

I have been fearing controversy. It's not even controversy. It's mild disagreements and arguments with people on the Internet.

My dog's passing has taught that it is important to truly live one's life, and not get lost in the meandering negativity.

And that's what I plan to do. I hope you do too.