Between a burn and a hot place

Earlier this month I burned my hand. At first I was reaching to grab something and the oven mitt I was using apparently wasn't good enough so i got burned a bit, and my instinct was to throw my hand in the exact opposite direction. That direction led me to press the back of my hand directly on the top of the oven. I've never felt such an intense pain before. I guess that means I'm lucky. A rock and a hard place(both things could be considered a dick analogy). An overcorrection. Pick your phase. Well I think i'm just about to burn my hand or save me from the original burn. Hard to tell. I've spent too much of my life imobile. Looking at instagram. Laying on a couch in the dark promising that the next five minutes I'll actually make something of my declining life. You know normal human antics stuff. But then how do you prevent yourself from not drinking a gallon of blonde roast coffee, and committing to a face tattoo. I'm serious...i wish i knew the right balance. But maybe if you commit to the face tattoo and you're confident about it. Then it's actually not a bad thing. Maybe there are no bad things. Maybe the whole saying “everything happens for a reason” is actually real. But you have to make it real. You have to see the positive thing and then throw yourself into whatever silver lining there was. MIke Tyson out!