something i wrote and don't really want to put up here but will anyway because i want comments on it.

Life. Sometimes stuff happens and when the shit hits the fan, you're on the wrong side of events and everyone thinks you're the enemy.
  They forget the good you've done, all the times you've saved the world, and they only remember the bad.

So time does what time Does.
  It passes. And you begin to doubt yourself, begin to think they're right, begin to forget the good.

But you've got to hang on.
  You've got to grab those good times and grip them with both hands.

Because, eventually, they'll remember.
  They'll remember the good, the world saving.

And life will do what life does.
  Give you hell. Hell till you're blue in the face.

And then, when you fell like there's no hope, life gives you something

After all that taking, after all that toucher, life gives you something.
 So you forget. You forget the bad it's done and you forgive

But that's life.
  That's living.