Love (The romantic kind)
We made it up. It means whatever you want it to. Just let it make you happy.
Work
Those who choose what to do in the world can be good. Those who do what the world chooses for them can be great.
Soul
What makes each of us unique is irrational interpretation. If everyone made only logical decisions then we would all be the same. What differentiates us is how each individual has some aspect to which he is fundamentally unable to do this for. I, for instance, have freaky social anxiety. Shocking, I know. It does not define me as a person, but, along with my other idiosyncrasies, separates me form the template. It is not to be judged. It is to be accepted, respected and cherished. To err is human. This fantastic imperfection elevates us to our humanity. For, as an aggregate, it is our soul.
Merry Sunday. Today is a gift and tommorow is another.
Cheers.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
It's Worse Than We Thought
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