Jules of Nature

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It’s the perfect time to do it. I have the time, the brain, the energy. I’m at the perfect age.
What happened is that I heard about a 22 year old boy once. He was studying abroad, living in a tent on a farm in Uzbekistan. Apparently, after living in a tent for a considerable period of time, you start to wake up as the sun does, and fall asleep as the sun does too. So as this boy was drifting into a state of awareness, he would sit up in his tent on the farm and read.
He said that it changed his life. He had the time. He had enough of an education, and he always felt up for the task, the energy was there. And to think, 22 years old, so perfectly timed. How could this boy not be changed?
He read the book every morning with the cows and the chickens and the stillness all around him. Every sentence felt immediate. The words formed little daggers that made little incisions on his brain that would eventually go on to do some major rewriting.
By the end of it, he was changed. And I read that boy’s words in the introduction of that very book.
But I didn’t have what I needed then.
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Things are different these days. I’m 22 years old, and it’s about time I find a shitty, pretentious book to read so that I can tell people at parties that it changed my life.
Time to take the heave blue one on the top right corner of the shelf down.