We’re all forced into adulthood whether we like it or not. Hairy faces. Tits popping out. It’s beyond our control, yet widely accepted by the general population. The blessing and burden of being a human being. The awkward package that keeps you contained will do what it wants—so be prepared to feed it pills and maintain a tidy appearance.
If the body is a temple, then mine may need some structural reinforcement.
And if a man’s home is his castle, then I’d better leave a trail of breadcrumbs.
I’m not exactly sure what we’re all doing here, but I’m on a mission to do as much as I can. And observe as if I’m being watched and analyzed with the same scrutiny. Assume every ripple is a wave and every decision is a potential disaster.
As always, happy Friday. May you make the most of whatever makes you mostly happy.