Small blurb from my notebook
*i woke early one morning and was overcome with a wave of pure and honest bliss, so i wrote my thoughts in a nearby notebook and thought i would share them. I am warning that i fucking suck at writing so if my grammar/punctuation's are out of line…. forgive me. * “Cross legged on a old cedar floor i sit tangled within simplistic bliss. -Smelling the french press roast as i sip coffee from my favorite 99 cent mug -Burning a bundle of sage and observing the way smoke plumes dance across the room - wearing a crimson & black lumberjack flannel to keep me warm in the cold morning breeze ….. and riding the wave of pure inspiration and endless motivation This is what i feels like to be truly rich, to have everything and nothing all at the same moment. To know that materialism and money only make the voids within oneself even deeper over periods of time… to know that having everything in parallel means having nothing. A millionaire may buy his temporary happiness only to continually feed the void…. where we discover ours within the tangled branches of the forest, within the sun bathed bones we collect…within the allies we create with the elements. We are not corrupt when we live simplistically. ”
