It’s been enormous fun chasing my many vices.
Drugs. Sex. Food.
I’ve had a fair share of it all. More than most, less than some.
I’ve learned a great many lessons along the way. Had my heart broken and did the same in turn.
I’m beginning to grow weary of such entertainments. I’ve seen the bulk of the good films, and come away from the rest feeling an empty dissatisfaction.
We must all eventually grow up to some degree.
I’m learning to block out what I don’t like.
Clarifying my intentions.
Stewarding my energies.
Circling the wagons around the few people and things worthy of my attentions.
The simple things.
Family, friends, self discipline, and doing the things I don’t want to but that I know are good for me.
The oldest advice is true.
The key is to devote as much energy to ignoring the unimportant things as to focusing on the vital.
All with a sense of levity.
Because taking ones self too seriously is still a cardinal sin.
Time is always lost. I’ll fritter mine away in the manner I deem worthwhile.
There are a myriad of worthy endeavors to which I am a novice. Those in which my ignorance overwhelmingly outweighs my expertise.
Learning to garden. Learning to hunt.
I approach such things with that old childlike sense of curiosity and excitement. I hope to never lose this crucial skill.
I hope to always feel this way.