When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide...

Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride...

Till I get to the bottom and I see you again...

...

Tell me, tell me, tell me, come on, tell me the answer...

...

What is the answer?

Is she the answer?

Is her love the answer?

Is your special connection the answer?

Is your made-in-heaven, gods-from-above, shining-down-upon-you marriage the answer?

Is she going to be there for all time for you, her special knight-in-shining-armor, the answer?

Is the child you share together the answer?

Is your house, and your home, and the way you make the bed the answer?

Is your vow of holy, sacred, amazing matrimony the answer?

Fuck no.

Just a reminder:

No one cares.

Your boss doesn't care.

Your family doesn't care.

Not one fucking person other than you cares.

Least of all her.

It's all about you. Remember that. It's all about you.

You are the answer. You and only you.

You care, so you better make it your goddamn job to care.

Don't fucking forget it.

Don't let the siren song of her feminine attachment let you forget it.

Don't let anything, anything at all, cause you to forget it.

You, mother-fucker, you are the answer.

In that solitary knowledge there is strength.

In that stoic understanding there is power.

In that once unfathomable comprehension there is the capability to burst through to a new you, a new tomorrow, and a new paradigm.

Use that to fuel your next step.

Use that to empower your next lift.

Use that to make tomorrow better than today.

Use that to fucking force your future reality - the one you unflinchingly deserve - the one you unrepentantly demand - the one you undeniably will manifest - use it for you, bro, use it for you.

It is that reality which you, and only you, deserve.

You, mother-fucker, you.

It's all about you.

Don't let another goddamn day go by and forget it.

It's not about your boss. It's not about your kids it's. It's not about your wife. It's not about another goddamn soul on God's goddamn green earth.

It's fucking all about you, mother-fucker. All about you.

So make it count.