On Navigation
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and I crossed them as I followed my compass.
On Destiny
The idea of destiny sounds rather boring. I find more adventure in looking down destiny’s path, then going another way.
On Mountains
The reason I climb mountains is so I can look down on the world.
On Moderation
It’s good to take things in moderation, including moderation.
On Hoarding
Humans are natural hoarders. Sure, there are those that take this to the next level. They fill their house with more and more possessions while their home is slowly taken from them. These are the people we refer to as “hoarders.” But we’re all hoarders. We hoard our dead. Is there any need for millions of acres of land to be set aside for people to be buried? I respect the concept of being buried. It’s very romantic to visit the dead. You are so near yet so far in many ways at once. We hoard our acquaintances. As we grow older, futile attempts are made to keep in contact with childhood friends. The reality being that who one was as a child is not who a person is as an adult. Not everyone is compatible. My oldest friend visits me about once a month. We usually share our thoughts and ideas on the world mixed with some reminisces. There is an unspoken understanding that this is the extent of our friendship and it will most likely wane over the coming years. What we had when we were kids was for when we were kids. That is a very difficult concept to grasp and that relationship has taught me how satisfying it is to let go. This doesn’t apply to just friendships, either, it is about letting go in general. Clothes that aren’t worn, equipment that isn’t used. These are just a few of the things that I try to get rid of. I do get a slight sense of pleasure knowing that somebody who (most likely) needs it more than me will get it. Mostly I’m just happy that these things are getting use. But freedom is the strongest feeling evoked from the act of dispossessing myself. Freedom from the constraints of possessions that were subconsciously weighing me down. It feels as if a huge weight is lifted and now I’m light and agile enough to go anywhere. Grab a backpack and hop across the country on a whim. Or perhaps pack it all up in a car and move. It’s because of this feeling that I’m completely fine when I say “Good riddance!”
On Cleanliness and Godliness
Angel Soft toilet paper can make even the most staunch Christians question their faith.
On Inner-City Life
Be wary of people standing around outside of a plasma center.
On The Afterlife
They say that when you get to the end, you see a bright light, but I hope that’s not true, because I’ll be trying to take a nap.
On Internet Commerce
The term “or best offer” only attracts the worst offers.
Humility and marksmanship are very gentlemanly traits.
