David and His Father

Father: You hold on to your pain like it means something, like it's worth somethig. Well let me tell you: It's not worth shit. Let it go. Infinite possiblilities and all he can do is whine.


David: Well what am I supposed to do.


Father: Well what do you think-you can do anything, you lucky bastard. You're alive.What's a little pain compared to that.


David: It can't be so simple.

Father: What if it is.