What do I want to do with my life? Same as what I do today and everyday, really. Exercise, Sleep, Eat. Read, Watch, Listen. Write, Talk, Create. Work, Play.
I want to inhale interesting content. I want to be the latent genius that waits for the opportunity to engage fully with facts, data, information, truth, experience, and life.
LIVE! Maybe Actually read a Book/Day.
Sex is what the adult world seems to be mainly about, sometimes. And money. I like having more money than I need, but I don’t need much. Sex is not in the cards, maybe. I’m 54, and my wee willy wonka won’t work. Could be the meds.
Just be happy. I can sit and think. Sleep. Write. Read myself. Masturbate. I’m self-contained. Have some friends, and enjoy being me, giving, and feeling good from exercise and good food and enough sleep and working on something meaningful that I enjoy.
Just what the world needs: Another Book. Maybe. If it’s better than Most!!!
Reading, sex, endorphins, good sleep, delicious food, and valued writing output. Presto! :-)
Yoga and stretching, too. Swimming? Showers.
Maybe it doesn’t matter what you do. You equivalent of a freaking fly. Buzz around and die. Freaking bug. Go bother someone else. Bugs enjoy life, too, you know. At least, I hope so. Swarms of ecstasy.
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