“But find the ones that bring you life and you’ll find me…”

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Although infrequent, I do receive mail asking my advice.

 

I drag my feet in replying.

 

Every single time.

 

Admittedly, I am a busy man but my procrastination is intentional.

 

 

 

See, in my time in this world I’ve learned:

 

No one will know your problems – and, most importantly, their solutions – better than you.

 

There is no one, True path because there is no one, True destination.

 

So, like any good psychologist or bartender, I let the man before me tell his tale.

 

Then figure out his own remedy as he speaks.

 

 

 

Now, I do offer some help.

 

A look under the hood at the ► engine of the world ◄, most often.

 

Or help ► gazing inward ◄, on occasion.

 

So, this week, I’ll assign some homework to keep the ball rolling.

 

1} Work on your personal boundaries and honest communication; practice saying what you mean. I’m 45, at the moment, and it’s still something that warrants sincere effort. 

 

2} Hunt around, in real life – if possible – or online if necessary (due to a handicap of some sort) for a new song, painting or poem you like. 

 

3} Buy new socks, underwear and (if you can afford them) new daily-wear shoes/boots. You’ll be shocked by the impact that has. Scout’s honor.

 

Then please share the results in the comments.

 

 

 

In closing, understand that whatever I ask of you is, in the end, for you.

 

There will be a day when my voice is silenced.

 

Never to return.

 

And if you think this blog, my books or my podcast appearances are about anything but love [fraternal/paternal/avuncular]—

 

Then you’ve missed my point entirely.

 

Brilliant. The kind only born out of the Pankration. The marrow, the blood, the viscera, both sweet and putrid. That is life, true life. The kind that willingly kills, born out of love for life. Most do not understand. We strive to. And 80 Proof is that window. Contempt for death. Love of life.

 

 

 

 

 

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