WARLOCK wrote:Every day...
Yes, everyday I see how beautiful and complex life and others are - respectively, or not.
Yesterday for example, I tripped around with my friend James and fixed stuff and laughed and told stories about people we knew or know while driving to the next job or destination. Everything that came to mind was chosen/spoken, from cooking lentils to fixing pinball machines to talking about growing up on the south shore of Montréal, everything carries meaning when you let it, but that necessitates slowing down Scotty. I know I hate the thought, but this is what we have come up against, slowing it down in order to live it. I don't want to either, but it beckons.
At night I head to the North Star to fix a few things, and met some more friends and talked about everything from dreams to new apps that are in the works, the future looks wild and my dreams keep being filled with ideas I have not yet written down yet.
So much to do and say. Our lives are like individual piles of earth in our hands, it slips through your fingers as you look for a place to put it down.
Maxed out at 10 machines, no more no less. Toujours a 10 machines, pas moins pas plus.
Une règle suivi gueri de tout. A rule respected can cure anything.
A philosophy of doing shall rule til the days when I can no longer "do" arrive. Because when I am too old to wipe my own ass, adjust an AX relay or relieve a woman from sighing, there will be only memories to fill my time. So, the task at hand is to build a RRSP of memories, come hell or calm tides.
P.S. A man needs something to do besides contemplate how crazy everyone has become in a world of overly exaggerated self-importance upheld and maintained by the new dumb.