sweet perspective
Last night I remembered what it was all for. The whole life thing I mean. I had lost the feeling in about ten minutes, but still I had it. I guess it is about learning to hold it for longer. When I was younger though, I had it almost all the time. Remember how easy it used to be to be utterly and completely filled with joy? It seems like it takes so much now. I am almost always happy, but it takes so much to really fill me with bliss, when it used to just take driving around, or going to someones house. Is this how old people get bitter? I remember when Steve found the ticket. He started hanging out with Evan and Will all the time, who were still young and still had the magic touch.
So just now I took a guy to the airport and we were talking about construction and how it sucks these days, as compared to when took more pride in thier craft. It got on to how singular control and a single idea on projects make them better. I asked if he had read The Fountainhead and he told me his son's middle name was Rand. Go figure.
So just now I took a guy to the airport and we were talking about construction and how it sucks these days, as compared to when took more pride in thier craft. It got on to how singular control and a single idea on projects make them better. I asked if he had read The Fountainhead and he told me his son's middle name was Rand. Go figure.