If you took everything else away from me and there was only writing, I think I could carry on just fine. People, as I've often said, aren't "it". They don't hold the meaning you need.
People disappoint.
In the garden there was first job of mankind: Gardener. Writing came with Moses and that was intended from the beginning. Otherwise there'd be no garden to write about.
This morning as I was doing my yoga I was happy. You do not understand the level and intensity of that happiness. And why was I so happy? Because my hope has been restored. I'm a little out of sorts. Sore body and the works. But that's okay. I keep drinking these glutathione drinks hoping that something will change.
I don't want to be an old overworked man.
You can use the things you don't like to drive you toward greater progress.
There's been a conversation with a girl that I've been enjoying too. She's a pretty little thing. I've found in her a quantum of solace.
These are little things that give one hope.
I think she thinks I work too hard though. If that's the case, I need to engineer my life to work less hard. Girls are all the same and there's an advantage in that. They're like cockroaches. If you find one of a species, there's more of it elsewhere.
But speaking of cockroaches, and maybe life's giving me little clues, I saw a really beautiful cockroach species the other day. Maybe it was a message from the other side that I'd meet this girl.
Although I realize that's slightly manic talk, I also slightly believe it.
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