What we want is different than what we need. Unless we are dying, we always have what we need. Unless we are dead, we have always gotten what we need. Air, water, food. That is all. Given the right climate, we do not even need clothing or shelter. Circumstances complicate the necessities. Friend, what do you want? What do you need? The answer is inside of you. Discover you.
Details. Detials. Deiatls. Deatils. Tick tick tick. Perception is reality. Is it? Perception is perception. Reality is reality.
Perhaps it’s a blog on an acid trip. Perhaps life is an acid trip high on reality. Who are we to judge? Mortals! Mortals!
If we evolved from a primordial ooze, then we have no purpose. I, however, like to believe the opposite is quite true; we did not evolve from primordial ooze, and we have great purpose.
Life hit me today. I can’t do the things I used to do when younger. I can’t get away with carelessness, improper grammar, or loose women. I take that back, I can get away with porr grammer. You’re twenty-three years old, son. Grow up.
This had no direction. Who said it had to? I may as well end with something of substance, which, in this case, is not my own words:
Round the world and home again
That’s the sailor’s way
Faster faster, faster faster
There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing
Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a–blowing
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a–glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing
Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing
Stop the boat.