I was running from everyone and everything I had. The right place, but the wrong time.
The motto behind stoicism is one simple but powerful message: You will die, one day. A reality and truth, for every single one of us.
I will never not have a stand up paddle board in my possession. I love it too much.
I look back on my teen years and wonder, “What if?” I look back on my twenties and wonder, “Why then?” I even look back on the last few years of my life and wonder, “What am I waiting for?”
As the saying goes, “So you live, to die another day…” And it’s true. Oh, it’s damn true.
“June 2 – June 9, 2018. The week I went for it. The week I went to Las Vegas to play in the annual World Series of Poker.”
I love beer. I love the smell of it (well, some anyway). I love the taste of it. I love that feeling after a long, hard day of work, and coming home, taking your shoes off, and just relaxing with a ice, cold brew. Now that is a feeling that cannot be duplicated…
A couple weeks ago, I went on vacation. I went far. Far, far away. Well, ok, maybe not that far. Not towards another galaxy, but a few hours worth. I just had to get away. This is sad and unlike me on two levels…