Do I have nothing good, left to say, do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints, people love to drink there troubles away, sometimes I feel that I’d be better of that way. Cause’ maybe then I could sleep at night, I wouldn’t lie awake until the morning light, this is something that I’ll never control. My nerves will be the death of me, I know.

As I go through all kinds of feelings and experiences in my journey through life — delight, surprise, chagrin, dismay — I hold this question as a guiding light: “What do I really need right now to be happy?” What I come to over and over again is that only qualities as vast and deep as love, connection and kindness will really make me happy in any sort of enduring way.

Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn’t make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

I’m a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion-forward. Up-front, down-home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-sized, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built-to-last! I’m a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk head case pretty maturely post-traumatic and I’ve got a love-child that sends me hate mail. But, I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing— a supportive, bonding, nurturing primary care-giver. My output is down, but my income is up. I took a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash-flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds and I watch trash sports! I’m gender specific, capital intensive, user-friendly and lactose intolerant.