Slow Slow Slow Here

I tell you, slow, slow, slow here. Years is going and years is coming and years is going. But I love sheep. It’s my life like that. Young time, I tell you something, I love girls too. But now at my age, I think it’s better to love my sheep…..So I happy. Happy all the time. Most of the time singing some kind of songs. Like sometimes I go just singing like this:Mendian sortu nintzen. Mendia det maite. Ez naizela biziko, menditik aparte.

I say like that in English:

I born in the mountains. I love the mountains. I will never go out of the mountains.

Candido Olano, Basque sheepherder, Warner Mountains, CA; “Holding On” by David Isay

Reality is a consensus

A Toast!

To getting rich doing what you love, with your best friends, and to the betterment of all.

Corporate Tats

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Lloyd is hating life

I hate jogging. I feel like it’s a chore and I’m hating life almost the entire time I’m doing it. I think everyone hates doing something, whether it’s doing dishes, riding a smelly crowded bus, cleaning up dog poop from the carpet. . . And while you do those unbearable acts, all you focus on is how much you don’t enjoy it. You use all your strength just to hold you over until it’s over. Or you mentally move ahead to all the great things you’re going to do when you’re done. You focus on a not very interesting aspect of your life at that moment or you ignore it altogether and center on an imaginary future. Meanwhile, you’re missing everything else. That whole time there is just as much going on as there always is. The fullness of a life that is completely new is happening to you, and you’re stuck staring at the most boring corners of your mind.

From the late great Bill Hicks’ HBO special.

Lloyd is Worried

Almost everyone worries about something.

The person telling you to “Chill out” and “Don’t worry about it” is worried that you’re worrying yourself unnecessarily.

If he truly wasn’t worried, you wouldn’t be either.

two paths

It seems like there are two paths a twenty-something ends up choosing between:

Who do I want to be? or How do I want to live?

They end up at the same place.  You end up living the life of the type of person you are. And you end up being the person that lived your life. And obviously they’re the same the whole time. But it doesn’t always seem like it.

The cheaper you live, the freer you are.