the tao that can be spoken is not the true tao
Anyone can see the road that they walk on is paved in gold
It's always summer, they'll never get cold
Never go hungry, never be old and grey...
Insert here, dear reader, a bunch of plans and strategies for pulling ourselves out of financial ghettodom. Just visualize the best plan ever and put it here. If you could, you can even write it in my style, or what you would consider to be my style. You can even venture a guess as to what the main components of This Master Plan are. Go right 'head on, then.
Acknowledging that it even exists has a way of collapsing the waveform in a negative sort of way, but everyone's got one these days, so I'm not concerned that the world knows that we're poor.
I'm just sort of bummed that I grew up to be a poor adult from being a poor kid.
It has nothing to do with smarts. It has nothing to do with merit. It does however, have a lot to do with the dynamic structure of life, the lessons learned along the way, and the things we refuse to deny ourselves because of not believing tomorrow is really there.
There's a finite amount of tomorrows there, to be sure, but I'm getting low on them. There doesn't seem to be an "escape alive" plan in place just yet on this plane of existence, not counting the phoney-sounding religious ones. I gotta start thinking about when my body breaks down, planning for when the phone goes tits up for no reason, buy insurance for every goddamned thing under the sun.
When my mint.com starts working (when they've added my bank), I'll be damned interested in seeing just how much out of my gross earnings goes into some kind of insurance. And what kind. Because I've lost track, and I don't think I'm probably going to ever get my money's worth from any of them.
At least that's the plan, right?
You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere
They won't make it home but they really don't care
They wanted the highway, they're happier there today
Today
It's always summer, they'll never get cold
Never go hungry, never be old and grey...
Insert here, dear reader, a bunch of plans and strategies for pulling ourselves out of financial ghettodom. Just visualize the best plan ever and put it here. If you could, you can even write it in my style, or what you would consider to be my style. You can even venture a guess as to what the main components of This Master Plan are. Go right 'head on, then.
Acknowledging that it even exists has a way of collapsing the waveform in a negative sort of way, but everyone's got one these days, so I'm not concerned that the world knows that we're poor.
I'm just sort of bummed that I grew up to be a poor adult from being a poor kid.
It has nothing to do with smarts. It has nothing to do with merit. It does however, have a lot to do with the dynamic structure of life, the lessons learned along the way, and the things we refuse to deny ourselves because of not believing tomorrow is really there.
There's a finite amount of tomorrows there, to be sure, but I'm getting low on them. There doesn't seem to be an "escape alive" plan in place just yet on this plane of existence, not counting the phoney-sounding religious ones. I gotta start thinking about when my body breaks down, planning for when the phone goes tits up for no reason, buy insurance for every goddamned thing under the sun.
When my mint.com starts working (when they've added my bank), I'll be damned interested in seeing just how much out of my gross earnings goes into some kind of insurance. And what kind. Because I've lost track, and I don't think I'm probably going to ever get my money's worth from any of them.
At least that's the plan, right?
You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere
They won't make it home but they really don't care
They wanted the highway, they're happier there today
Today
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