Wrench Lyfe Ep 15 - The World is Not on Fire
Welcome back to wrenchlyfe.
This episode is brought to you by every second you waste staring at your fucking phone.
By every moment you let slip through your feeble fingers with complacency and arrogance.
For every paradox and contraction in your character that you cant see, and Trust me everyone else can see it.
Do i sound bitter? Its because i am.
This podcast is brought to you by the fire that burns in your heart. The fire you seldom feel anymore. The fire you wish you still had.
The fire that fueled the teenage angst that made your first loves as just sweet as the heartache and bitterness then eventually manifested into.
The fire that inspired transcription of words that can bring tears to your eyes,
The fire that makes you want pack your fist full of hate and take a swing at the world.
The fire that when hardnessed, stoked, and controlled can change the world.
And in fact, its the only thing that ever has.
it starts with you.
Your mind, your body, your soul.
It starts with Your mental and physically health progressing one step at a time
We live in time like all times when the bravest thing you can do is speak the truth. Use your eyes and your logic. I pray you don't fall victim to groupthink, mob mentality, or toxic ideology
Welcome back my friends. I hope your well.
I recorded the following podcast at Wilmington Notch in the Adirondacks. I pulled over, lugged my gear into the woods and finally got this shit off my chest.
This is certainly not me at my best. I spoke from the top of my head. I was not as clear as i needed to be, but it is what it is. Its me, its us, its wrenchlyfe.
This is progression based mental health. We must accept how imperfect and flawed we are in order to make as steps forward.
In the following podcast, or rant, or cry for help, whatever you will call it.
I sound lost, worried, and scared. The political climate has left on walking on egg shells far too often. I hear in my voice a lost child, scared about the future.
I feel like the 8 year boy sitting quietly in the livingroom, a tear forming in the corner of their eye as his parents scream at each other in the kitchen. The storm is coming in
But in this situation the kitchen is american politics, the livingroom where i am trying to live my best life and we? We are both the lost boy and the screaming parents.
I am fearful of the collateral damage.
Id say enjoy, but what i really mean is think about it.
