I believe you can have a great life, a big life, with little money and no real achievements, but there must be joy and celebration, even and especially in the smallest of moments - in drinking water, breathing deep and clean, listening to music and stretching your legs, watching the sunlight and rain fall on trees and imagining everything behind that.

Geologic time and the fate of an ant, the speed of light and the vast emptiness of space.

There’s greatness in being alive.

 Of all the things that could be learned, I chose none.

You will always have nicer things, more opportunities, more safety. More of everything good, less of everything bad. No panic when the bills come in, no worries at the checkout.

Steak tonight, why not? And the better wine.

This is how those with less see me.

A coming to terms with the realities of life, an honest accounting of my good fortune and poor decision-making. A further retreat into myself.

I sit on the terrace, the evening sun and a light breeze on my shaved head, listening to music, a can of beer open, another chilling in the freezer, while I am writing this and breathing in and out, knowing all is good.

Now of course, in myth and legend I'd be at the head of a conquering army, horse damp with sweat, sword slick with blood, or better yet driving a supercar along a stunning road, hot chick by my side, as we head to lunch and drink and drugs in a well-appointed hotel with a view of the bay, or just cut to the chase and I'm getting my dick sucked by three women while smoking a joint and rolling hard on foxy moxy, a fourth lady doing my admin, keeping my accounts in order, a fifth whispering in my ear "you will never die".