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Okay, here’s what I’ve been thinking about lately: instead of calculating all the things I have, I’ve decided to make a list of what I don’t have. My hope is/was that just maybe; it might help me better understand myself and the world. (I’m laughing on the inside, crying on the outside, because of what I am about to write.)
Here’s the list of what I don’t have:
Stacks of money in my basement, fame, a gold watch, a friend, a pool in my backyard, a boat, a maid, a plane, a scandalous past, an interesting present, a foreseeable future, an iPhone, a horse, an endless supply of rum, a dog, a cat, an assistant, a personal chef, a jumbo shrimp platter, authorization to enter an Authorized Personnel Only area, a large enough bathroom so I don’t have to step in sideways to pee, and . . . um, hold on a sec.
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I just realized that there’s a lot of stuff that I don’t have; I think this will be an extremely long list if I keep going. Actually, now that I think about it, I believe I already have everything that I truly need and the things that I don’t have aren’t really that important; are they?
I got it now. The things I don’t have are the things people tell me I should have even though I don’t really need them. Then why should I have them? To be awesomely awesome? To feel like a complete person?
Program note: I’m not sure if this was a good idea. You're probably wondering, as am I, what’s the point of all this. Guess what; I don’t know. I just started typing and one thing lead to another, and pesto; I wrote a bunch of meaningless stuff.
Ah, now I remember why I wrote this.
Worrying about what you don’t have is like a pot of boiling water, eventually it evaporates. Nope!
The pursuit of happiness comes with an owner’s manual and it should not be tossed in the garbage because you were too lazy to read it. Nope, that’s not it either.
My tolerance does not mean I agree with you, but only that I respect your way of life even if it differs from mine, and in return, I expect equal regard to be given. Getting closer.
Literary perfection is only achieved when the content to write about is extraordinary! Yeah that's it, and I sure blew it today, eh?