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QUALITY LIFE MINDSET
Successful Science of DonkeyTo live successfully, people must have life sciences both from formal schools but also from non-formal schools called schools of life. There are successful people because of formal education but he is not successful in the school of life or vice versa. Formal schools are based on intellectual intelligence while non-formal schools are based on emotional intelligence. When the two bits of intelligence run in balance then the person not only succeeds in facing life's obstacles but also successfully gets peace of life. There are people who succeed materially but thei...
The T-Shirt and the Haircut
“There’s no way he’s going to believe it,” said Andy. He held up the T-shirt. In bold letters were the words “LET’S GO BRANDON” with two American flags perched to either side.“Dude, I’m telling you: he’s not on Twitter, he doesn’t watch the news. He has no idea it’s even a thing. It’s up to you man. Fifty bucks, take it or leave it,” Ned waved the greenback in front of Andy’s face, the portrait of Ulysses S. Grant taunting the office prankster. Andy sighed.“Fuck it.”www.onedoor.cc He took the shirt off the desk and walked down the hall to the CAD department office. He knocked on the door and ...
Taking Time in the Moment
I had too much going on right now, but Mom could be overwhelmingly persuasive when she wanted something and today she wanted me to visit with her and Grandma. Now! I tried to talk my way out of it, but she went on about her appointment with the tax collector on Wednesday and her social club visit next week and then Bingo nights. It didn’t matter that I had finals on Thursday or two extra shifts at Lucky’s this weekend. I needed money. I needed to study. I needed extra time that I don’t have.I pulled up in the driveway to find them both scrambling onto the front porch. Great. We’re sitting outs...
Void > Water > Air > Fire > Earth
Void.All gone.I hold my empty red wine glass, eyeing the waiter, feigning interest in the enthusiastic young man standing in front of me. He speaks without ceasing. Not a pause. Not a comma. Not an intake of breath. Just a wall of words emanating from his overly large mouth, a chasm devoid of charm, a wellspring of nothing, a gaping maw. I’m trying to follow him, but he seems to be talking about everything and nothing—all at the same time. But this I do know. Every word, every phrase, and every clause he has relentlessly launched at me in the past ten minutes has been without wit or insight or...