Insight after SPD ride-along
So as you’d have it, I recently turned 30.
Of course, with such a development, there were consequences: the all-night carousing has less appeal, the eyes have narrowed slightly, lines are appearing stubbornly in the my brow, my body is sore for days when I fall… I fart more, etcetera.
These things weigh heavily on a man’s heart. The Door’s Jim Morrison once told a crowd to meditate on their eventual end before a famous performance of the “The End.” I guess that’s the crux of it: a finish to this life. Meditate on it. Think about it.
If you think long enough certain questions arise between heart palpitations and flashes of white light, vast nothingness and being born again: Am I happy? Is what I’m doing worth it? Is there a value to how I’m occupying my time during this short visit to Earth? Do I like this bearded longhaired man in the mirror staring stark naked back at me at 6:31 a.m. on a Thursday morning?
“Keep doing what you’re doing, and the money will come. Follow your passion,” my woman-friend says to me.More ›