I am treating my writing like a job, trying to live the life I want to. "The Universe rewards hustle." - Joe Rogan

It strikes me that half the fun of my podcast is doing it at all, not having a point or destination isn't a problem.

We need to stop striving to be lazy, worthless, pathetic losers. Try for something a bit more challenging.

Some people are much better at certain things than others, that's a fact.

So often we assume that people commit suicide because of an inner struggle; what if, sometimes, it's an inner triumph?

How can we accept one of the greatest mysteries in life?

For much (most) of my life I thought I had a golden ticket coming, but it never did.

I almost deleted this one, but felt there was something of value within it.

What we see is not what is, we can't possibly see what truly is--there's too much.

What's is the definition or real and how (why?) do we all agree on so much?