A post from three years ago — it popped up (again!) in my Facebook feed. I think it’s even more appropriate now.
You’ve got to know when to hold ’em
Know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done.
It’s a precarious ledge we stand on, isn’t it?
Do you know when to hold your ground? When to give in?
When to walk away? When to Run?
It’s not as easy as it seems, is it?
We want to run away, we want to stay and fight.
We say it’s not worth it, yet sometimes it’s all there is.
Pick your battles.
Fight the fights worth fighting for.
Blow off the rest.
A stay in a hospital isn’t worth it.
Nor is a broken soul.
Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away
And knowin’ what to keep
‘Cause every hand’s a winner
And every hand’s a loser
And the best that you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.