Richard Dama, LPC, Counseling & Clinical Hypnotherapy

An Anthem for the Anxious

This past Saturday I was privileged to attend the 5th annual Life as a Zebra Foundation’s annual fundraising concert to benefit research for the cures to invisible diseases (http://www.zebranation.org/). As in previous years, the star attraction was the incredibly talented singer/songwriter Chris Trapper.

As usual, Chris put on an amazing show, featuring songs from his new album “Symphonies of Dirt & Dust” as well as old favorites. Of course all of his songs are wonderful, but one song in particular resonated with me and I immediately knew that its wisdom is something most of my clients would benefit from if they would just take the words to heart. Chris calls it “F#*K It” I call it the “Anthem for the Anxious.” You can hear it at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5qfweRkmxM

Here are the words to live by:

I don’t compete much because I don’t care if I win.

Spend way too much time worrying if my ship will sink or swim.

If anyone was wondering what’s my philosophy.

I can only tell you what it seems to be…

 

Aw, F#*k it!

Father Time can just suck it.

I’ll keep my head in a bucket so I can make my own sky.

Take your random acts of violence and every moment of silence

I got a great place to file it; where the sun does not shine.

 

Well, you be nice to me and I’ll be nice back to you.

That is my religion and my constitution too.

Everyone is paranoid with three locks on the door.

Afraid to make eye contact in the grocery store.

 

Aw, F#*k it!

Father Time can just suck it.

I’ll keep my head in a bucket so I can see my own sky.

Take your random acts of violence and every moment of silence

I got a great place to file it; where the sun does not shine.

 

When I end up in the hospital with magnets on my head,

Eating from a tube and filling pans beneath my bed,

When nobody is authorized to ever pull the plug,

Cause I’ll be feeling fine since I found a new drug.

 

It’s called F#*k it!

Father Time can just suck it.

I’ll keep my head in a bucket so I can see my own sky.

Take your random acts of violence and every moment of silence,

I got a great place to file it; where the sun does not shine.

 

Trade eternal sadness for every moment of gladness.

Let’s all descend into madness and have a great time.

(Copyright 2015 by Chris Trapper)

 

Here’s hoping you choose to trade your eternal sadness for every moment of gladness and have an intentionally great day.

Rich

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