Everyone knows, the only way to live life is to attack it. To go after what it is you want, and get it. At any cost. Hustle. Keep your eyes on the prize. Cut throats when necessary. And for some people, this works. To have full control over every waking second is definitely one way to go through life. But to do it, you really have to believe, whole-heartedly, that you know what’s best for you. Most people I know…
I don’t like to read. When people hear this, they’re usually like, ‘What??’ And then they think to themselves that there’s no way I can be as smart as they are – and what the hell are they doing talking to me? Then I explain that I don’t have the patience for reading. Kind of like building models as a kid. I couldn’t do it. I’d get halfway through one and walk away, bored. Or stoned. But then I’d see…
Nobody likes to admit that they’re wrong. Not you. Not me. Nobody. Admitting you’re wrong is akin to defeat. Especially when you’ve argued you’re right about something. It takes a confident, logical and humble person to admit they’re wrong. We used to be taught the value of this character trait. We were told that losing was part of living, and that we stand to learn from all of our mistakes – so we should embrace each one. We were also…
Ok, so I’m friends with some people here who live in England. This morning Joseph Hughes posted this video: I thought it was funny, but I didn’t understand it (what is that, like a drive-through safari?) Then later, he posted this video: And I thought that it was funny, too. But I still didn’t get the deer thing. So I googled Richmond Park and saw this on the Wikipedia page: And I thought how much I love the Internet. And…
I came across an article this afternoon about rhinos becoming extinct from poachers lopping off their horns. And encroachment of civilization, but mostly the poachers. Extinct is forever, you know. Poof – gone from the universe. Oh well. We’ll always remember you; we captured some good content. Then there were these stories of American policemen using pepper spray and bludgeoning clubs to get Americans to stop exercising their First Amendment rights. And in Syria they’re chopping off each other’s heads in the…
Wide open spaces and so many places to put my mind – with its restless thoughts like reckless dogs on leashes. A squirrel appears and they break away. I call for them, but they ignore me. So I shout. Others, those with obedient thoughts, stab me with angry eyes upon hearing my raised voice. Eventually, my thoughts return. I’m their master; they have no choice. Besides, no one else would have them. But now we’re back where we started –…
