The world is fickle

The world is like a woman, soon or later it will fuck you, but you control in which way. It is actually pretty giving, the world I mean, if you're ready for it. If you take a little time getting ready for every little contingency, and it doesn't take that long, you can actually get more out of it in the long run. Staying unprepared, hoping for the best, is leaving the door open for disaster to come in unexpected eventuality. Legs will be broken, wisdom teeth will want to pop out, you will get sick one day in the far far future soon, and then you'll pay, one way or another, more than you expected before, if you weren't expecting it. Like a woman, you can get a lot from it, but only if you know what you're getting into. For everything a woman, or the world throws at you, if you have a catcher's mitt for each of those things, it becomes imply a matter of how many you want to use, how much do you want to give up for a certain return. All men in the world, most at least, are hoping for the best when it comes to the world (and women). They hope the boat will keep going in a certain direction, but aren't man enough to man the sails, because that would be admitting they bow to the world. Instead they remain seated as the sea steers them into the rocks, their only control being the choice to let themselves be carried away to oblivion. "I'm so unlucky!"