Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.
Many educated people are quite stupid, and many stupid people like to start fights for no good reason on a truly beautiful day.
We don’t want to see what you do on your best day. We want to see what you do on your worst. Because when the stakes are this high, one moment can change everything.
Every business day when that market bell rings, we con people into believing in something, the American dream, family values. Could be freedom fries for all I care. It doesn’t matter as long as the con works and people buy and sell whatever it is we want them to.
Without the bad days we can never appreciate the good ones, and, there are so many good days coming your way. Just do me a favor, forgive yourself like you forgave me.
Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it, don’t wait for it, just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men’s store, a catnap in your office chair or two cups of good hot black coffee.
“Judgment Day”? People should really be careful how they use that phrase. It isn’t actually due for another couple of years.