Fantasy in a Fate World

Fantasy in a Fate World

I’m not sure if it’s tragic when things happen around us that we have zero control over. They happen and will happen despite our objection or even our acceptance. Fate is something that just takes place despite government approval. Whether random or systematically, things just happen in our life we can’t avoid.

And in that world we exist in are we allowed to dream despite the objections from those opposing our position? We’ve heard of the phrase to hands in the pudding or not enough pots to pee in.

The fantasy world is one we choose while the fate is the contrast. A willful choice is something we live and die for. Yes in that dream state we create, we believe, we exist, we are exhilarated. So to dream is a choice but to exist in a meager state is fate. Remember, fate just happens it’s like eminent domain while that fantasy that looms loud in our mind is where we want to be or go or do.

So are we allowed?

Can we just choose our destiny?

Or can we destroy a our destiny?

Fantasy in a fate world is being able to live in a democracy or shall I say theocracy. There has to be someone above us or around us that rules our world.

Making More From Less

Making More From Less

Homespun survivors are our present day minimalists. They are those who look for something in nothing. It’s like the Seinfeld show about absolutely squat. Getting is what you got. Because all you need is what you have at your disposable within arms-reach possibly.

Creativity is something we all have, and yes there are those who are more expansive and more diversified yet we all have something we can do that sets us apart. Living from the lack takes talent. The driving force behind those who are designing their life around downsizing is a present day art-form that’s not so current. Civilizations have been eliminating stuff for centuries. Some more zealous than others yet still dropping the weight like dropping an anchor.

Going green in our day is so faddish yet eliminating the excess is so healthy. All designed to free us up. Yet if we have nothing on the docket and are willing to just remote control our existence then may be keep your warehouses stocked to the brim.

I’ve always been one to not seek attention when doing something in private where the reward is only given in private. It’s nice to hear people laugh and carry-on about my constant ridiculous joking but it’s those serious things I believe in the most, behind panic doors, that really tell the story of who I really am.

Leech Farmer ala Americana Style

Leech Farmer ala Americana Style

Don’t be grossed out by some of my terms or phrases that I’ve used in When it Sucks it Blows. I use phrases or terms to cause us all to rethink what we presently think we know. I’m here as a tree shaker to assist those who want to flourish. I have a unique brand of achieving success. Not many follow after my methods and I wouldn’t highly recommend anyone try to mimic my routine. The craziness is that what I do works every time. We all have parasites or those I label as leeches hanging within a close proximity of where we do what we do. Everyone in life strips or takes from those around them. No one is a unique, only one-of-a-kind vessel in full operation and in full functionality of their bodily mechanics.

Leeching has been around for hundreds and hundreds of years and is even practiced in this present day. I’m someone who is committed to seeing it through even with loss of blood. Committed is being sold out to an ideal and not influenced or affected by outside circumstances. In relationships is all about the give and take, it’s all about the push and shove, it’s all about if I scratch your back you scratch mine. An agenda that’s been set in stone and has been far from rocket science from the beginning of time. It’s not who is the smartest is the one who has the most toys. It’s not the one who’s the richest is the one who flaunts and taunts their success to the world. And it’s not the least of these, it’s the moore’s. In a committed relationship are you willing to sacrifice for the greater good of that individual who you are joined at the hip? Are you? Are you willing to do whatever to make their success a possibility?

Please remember this one thing that I am a leach farmer, and believe in exchange for exchange. We co-exist in a narcissistic bubble, so, “let’s get ready to rumble!”