vicarz | (no subject)

Today I find myself happy that I'm easy to please. I don't need to change the world, be a strong man, discover amazing inspiration, forge novel art, spew my genetic material in the human stew, show off to strangers or neighbors, win the race, or attain the ultimate spiritual enlightenment. I'm just fine with my little car, working out in the gym weaker than all the big guys, not that good at boxing, not terribly smart, comfortable but not rich...it's all just fine. Sure I want more and work for it, but I'm also happy with what I have.

What the hell is wrong with you people? Just eat a sandwhich and enjoy the weather. As long as you can eat and nothing is trying to eat you, things are ok. Have a pop.