You know, the one that goes:
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.1
I am slightly less religious as your common quartz, but me thinks I really need something like that, just for not-dithering.
Goddamnit2. Stuff doesn’t have to perfect, it just needs to get DONE. *shakes fist*
Footnotes:
- Frankly, I wastly prefer the variation where the last line goes: “And the wisdom to properly hide the bodies”, but there you go. ↩
- The major drawback of being a-religious always has been the lack of interesting blasphemies. In my younger angry-atheist-days I screened and replaced them, but well, there’s only so much you can replace with fuck until you sound like an angry rapsong.
Speaking of which, the best and most creative cursers I knew where Catholics. Go figure. ↩
