What is the kernel of your life?

We see alot out there telling us who we should be, that we are wrong for not being that, omg we are all so terrible at this live living thing.

i made it a point early on to define the nature of my happiness. success is a derivative of happiness. define the root function. success is one part of happiness. you want to live a life where if you are offered all the riches of the world but that path is not consistent to your happiness, you walk away.

being poor is not a measure of success. success if living a life of no regret. im not interested in succeeding to this table:

i dont understand why people want to leave or disassociate from reality. i love the world. these folks want all of us to have their world view, their depression:

they think we dont know. they think they are so smart and we dont know anything. we were just waiting for them to save us.

why know when you can wonder?

why take when u can create? why confine yourself to the mistakes of the past?

why not imagine? i dont know why people want to inflict their sadness and depression on others. but if i got to pick a party today, it would be this one:

a bunch of random people. interesting lives. what kind of conversation would they have? what would the evening look like and when would it end? would it end?

there must be thousands if not millions of minds who explore the world from their own homes. imagine if they could all meet.

i dont even want to talk here, i just wanna sit and listen to the conversation. laugh, just listen and enjoy better minds than mine chewing over the world events and trying to imagine different realities.

fine- fascism and socialism and communism and bla bla bla didnt work. so what? create new isms. where are our voltaires? where is decart today? where is da vinci? ask her if she will stay. shes in a mood- the grey was wrong and something happened to her painting. try to see if she will come for fine wine and jazz.

i dont get it. the desire to control when you can just be a fly on the wall and know how it all unfolds.

but im not successful. dont listen to me, i got no money. no followers and i write for an audience of one. myself. remember — only fools dance alone.