There you have it ladies and gentlemen the answer to the age old question: What do you want to do with your life? At a minimum, I would like to live each day without having to work a back breaking job involving having to interact and talk with nasty ass customers whom are hellbent on ripping me a new asshole. Although I do believe in helping and being of service to others, sometimes it's just goes south of the boarder. No, I don't enjoy helping people who are inherently assholes up to no good. Why bother helping someone who doesn't even have the capacity to appreciate you? I might as well spend my time more wisely. There's nothing written that says it's your duty to help others, but to evolve and become a more consciously aware being you kind of have to.
This is yet another age old question: Why be of service to others when you can always be of service to yourself? For whatever reason, you always want to help others. It's never enough to just help yourself. To become greater than what you are now, you can't do it alone. You can't grow up if you know nothing else buy serving yourself. Being a fat, greedy bastard is generally not well liked in any community. Even if you are poor, help out where you can even if it just means to smile more and be more compassionate each day.
At the end of the day, it wasn't what you'd expect to see in some Hollywood movie. It was a feeling. It was a being. It was having the capacity and emotional intelligence to be able to appreciate and be grateful with what you have in life. Being an egotistical Wolf of Wall Street personality type has its great moments and all, but for a lot of us we just want to keep things simple and happy at the end of the day. Not having the stress of owning mountains of bills or being in trouble was enough for me. Above all else, I appreciated a quiet, frugal life style out of reach from any loud mouths. Yes, we all like nice and expensive things; but the price you pay for it is sometimes too great. Why not just be happy with what you have? When you get older, you realize having less stuff is more. Being bogged down by having too much stuff sucks. When you have to pack up your bags and move, you realize you have to much crap. In America, people love buying crap and hoarding it. People always seem to have horror stories about hoarding excessive amount of clothes, old furniture, kitchen appliances, garage tools, books, exercise equipment, etc. The list of stuff people don't want can go on and on, but what "everyone" can agree on keeping is cash. Cash remains king. As a result, I want to have around me the least amount of stuff possible. I guess I need to startup my ebay business again to get rid of all this excessive baggage I keep running myself into. No matter how disciplined and focused you are in your craft, you just end up with a lot of junk sometimes. Fortunately, there are those out there who will buy your crap off of you. As they say "Another man's trash is another man's treasure".
My Sunday hours are coming to an end. I can see the light dimming outside. I can feel Monday morning rush hour in my veins approaching. I can tell you I need to sleep a bit early just so that I can have enough energy to be able to wake up in the morning, roll out of my bed, and dart off in my car to work. What can I say? This is my reality. This is what I need to be doing each and every morning. If I fail to get up and drive off to my job, wherever it maybe, I don't eat. It's a basic formula of success. Of course there are many ways to skin a cat, but this seems to be what works for me. Sure, I'd like to work remotely from home and win the lottery but these things are just not available to me at this present time. This is it. This is my reality. This is my comfort zone. This is what I have to live with. This is what I have to deal with. Dream big, huh?
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