24:1 odds

Dear Self,
If you would have told me 10 years ago that one day I would be standing on a porch drinking a Smirnoff Ice making a cooler out of a rusted out shopping cart with zip ties and other stolen goods at the ripe age of 24, I would have told you to go have intercourse with yourself. However, if I had the chance to interview myself ten years ago and I could express to you all my goals and aspirations then this would be a different blog and most certainly a different topic. Blessed with the power of hindsight here is something I may have written myself years ago:
Dear Self,
Congrats on making it to the 8th grade! It's not that 7th grade was all that hard or anything but still.... mad props. This is a letter that will be sent to you in the future and hopefully all the things you have hoped to accomplish by your age have come true and this letter will be a mere reminder of the amazing feats you have achieved. In ten years, at the age of 24, you should by now be well established among your contemporaries in the field of education you pursue.....

Instead the reality of the situation is much different, which is possibly the same situation you may find yourself in at the current time. Can anyone really look back and say that on this day, (whatever the date is you read this), this is what you had planned on doing 10 years ago, 5 years ago, 10 months ago, last Thursday night? Ok maybe you knew what you were gonna do today last Thursday but the point I'm trying to make is that the dirty 12 to 6 curve that life just threw you is gonna make you whiff more times than not and maybe even just leaving you leaning away from the pitch so it doesn't hit you in the dome, but then it drops in for a strike. The only silver lining I can take from all this is that there is always another pitch, and even if you strike out, you get up to bat at least 3 or four more times before the game is over. I mean, a .300 batting average is good so one out of three ain't bad.