every night I tell myself I am the cosmos...
this is my last week as a 40 year old.
the first 3/4 of my 40th year was easy-breezy
then I got hit with a lot of THINKING that I have tried to deal with mindfully
people tell me being sensitive and suffering (which I try to remind my self is optional) makes me who I am and all that, but man I could really use a break from this head of mine that I seem to have crammed up my ass
5 was a special birthday
16 was pretty good, with the driving...
21 I must have thought was going to be awesome but I was already drinking, so what's the big deal?
25 blew my little mind... that was my mid-life crisis, right there... just thought I'd get a head start
41... what's so special about 41? 40 is the top of the hill. 41 is what? the pregnant pause before the roller coaster starts the mad rush?
I hope to enjoy it all much more that I have been capable of as of yet.
Jung, man. It's all about the Jung.
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