Writing is a workout, just like going for a run!
I know I look like a piece of sausage to those lions. A sausage with braids.
Over the years, Americans in particular have been all too willing to squander their hard-earned independence and freedom for the illusion of feeling safe under someone else's authority. The concept of self-sufficiency has been undermined in value over a scant few generations. The vast majority of the population seems to look down their noses upon self-reliance as some quaint dusty relic, entertained only by the hyperparanoid or those hopelessly incapable of fitting into mainstream society.
All survival situations revolve around a host of variables. . . Always adapt, think positive, and move forward.
Knowledge is Power, and it's very lightweight.
So do you want a turd sandwich or a turd sandwich with mustard. I'd go with the mustard, but still, it's a turd sandwich.
I feel like a nude little piece of white meat out here.
The Scriptures were not given to increase our knowledge, but to change our lives.
I have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, it’s because I have nothing more to accomplish in this world except to wait for death. Searching for the word in darkness. Any little success invades me and puts me in full view of everyone. I long to wallow in the mud. I can scarcely control my need for self-abasement, my craving for licentiousness and debauchery. Sin tempts me, forbidden pleasures lure me. I want to be both pig and hen, then kill them and drink their blood.
Those periods of struggling to overcome challenges are what people find to be the most enjoyable times.
Vulgar people take huge delight in the faults and follies of great men.