Dear Son, We Rush And Rush Through Life

God Bless America (and simplicity too)

Dear Son, the greatest crime I’ve committed is rushing through life. Well, that and the time I made that funny, unintentional noise as the President paused during the critical summary of his keynote speech.

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I Am A Thinker

I think my pocket camera is a David versus Goliath.

I am a thinker. The unexamined life, they say, is not worth living. Seek out quiet, inspiring places to think deeply, in precious solitude. A simple, quiet porch as the sun rises or sets. In the shade of an old oak tree, with only the sound of the wind to distract you.

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Organized, Disorganized, Or Somewhere In Between

The key is to never tire of getting and staying decently organized.

Dear Son, I am decently organized. And I’m decently disorganized. And sometimes, I’m somewhere in between. We all are.

As you go through life, try to spend most of your time in the decently organized category. Dude, seriously, life will chew you up and spit you out if you don’t stay on top of this.

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