When I realized a few months ago that I really am going to die,
that this body I temporarily inhabit is not immortal, I was happy.
For a few hours I was ecstatic, knowing that I do
not have to spend eternity in this degenerating and slowly aging body.

I am not certain that reincarnation exists but if it does then I don't think
I want to come back here.

Whatever you do, wherever you work, whatever your business is,
you are in business for yourself.

This is an addictive world, an addictive society.
I don't know of anyone who's not addicted to something.

Why do people do what they do? To feel good.

I am sports stupid. I don't know much about "combat" sports like
football, basketball, baseball, hockey or other activities that some
call contact sports. Due to my nonviolent, noncompetitive nature and
somewhat frail body I have no interest in participating in or watching
people fight over balls or pucks or use sticks to hit things or beat
each other up with. To each each own, I say. If you love it and it
inspires you then do it.

I prefer individual sports, preferably those that I can participate in and
do at my own pace. No one to compete with but myself. Walking,
swimming and dancing are great and make me feel good.

When I was younger I played volleyball
and a little tennis and pool (billiards) but was never really that good,
never a "pro" at anything. If I ever watch tv, which is rare anymore,
I like to watch gymnastics, ice skating and different types of dancing,
be it structured for a group like square dancing, slow or fast line dancing
or free form performed by individuals.

Don't give things to people that they don't want.
Don't give them something you want. Just because you like
a particular thing doesn't mean the other person will like it.
If you want to give a gift, take the time to find out exactly what they like, what they need or truly want.
For many years I've said I'd rather have a dollar (or five!) for Christmas or
my birthday than a twenty dollar sweater I'm not going to wear.
Too often people give an unwanted gift then get angry at the recipient
and accuse them of being "ungrateful".

Plain and simple. Real and raw, genuine, naked and natural. Wild and free.

Plain food, plain clothes without patterns or better, yet, no
clothes or shoes at all.
Simple cars with basics, nothing fancy.
Plain coffee with nothing added, ordinary black pekoe tea,
sometimes with honey or a little sugar and lemon or cinnamon,
sometimes without.
Real whole foods like farm fresh eggs from free roaming chickens,
chunks of meat like chicken, pork, beef or if it you prefer,
lamb, deer, elk or buffalo, wild, of course.
Real butter and real cream from milk that it really real.
Natural unprocessed whole fruits, vegetables and raw nuts.
Fermented food like pickled cucumbers (dill, gherkin or the
whole little sweet ones or the ones like homemade bread and butter pickles), hot peppers, yogurt, apple cider vinegar and cheese.
Fermented beverages like beer or wine, whiskey or tequila,
gin or vodka.

We have the same destination, death but take different journeys to get there.

What is the meaning of life? To feel good. To be happy.
What feels good is unique to the individual being.
The pursuit of feeling good --happiness-- perpetuates the desire to live.

I am that I am. I am what I am.
It's not good or bad. It exists. It is.

Time and temperature rule.

God = Gut

Independent. Self-reliant. If I can't work and earn enough money to pay all of the bills and take care of all of my needs I might as well die. The dead don't require maintenance, they don't breathe or move or need to eat or drink.
     If I were living in the wild I'd have been dead long ago due to one or more physical and mental defects, also known as disabilities, that make me unable to keep up with others. I'm not fast enough nor strong enough to run with the pack. I can't keep up.
     At a very young age I realized that there were many more people who could outrun me and overpower me so I developed a survival tactic by being non-competitive. Why compete with someone else when I know I can't win? Competing and fighting in games designed by humans tries to prove that one is better than the other. There can only be one winner.
     The truth is the only person I compete with is myself. As far as others are concerned I cooperate as long they respect my individuality. I take note of their endearing qualities, their natural talents and independence.