Tuesday, March 21, 2006
living life without fashion sense is like being born blind, you don't know what you're missing.
at least, i'm told i'm missing something, i just don't know (see what i mean). i know i work in east plano, where people have to much money and you're judged, not by the "cut of your jib," but by the cut of your jeans, but these people do things like where snow boots in june and dress shoes with out socks, WITH-OUT-SOCKS...i swear i've seen 'em do it.
is there some other side of reality i don't understand? is there more to life than dickies and leathermen? i don't know, but it keeps me up at night.
i live with the philosophy that you're not your job, you're not your apartment, you're not how much money you have in the bank, you're not your kakis, you are (in the words of tyler durdin) the all seeing, all dancing crap of the earth.
here's a suggestion...don't live for your money, job, clothes, or car and just live. live like Jesus is coming tomorrow and you've got the rest of your life ahead you. experience things that scare you and you'll be richer for it. do things that make you nervous, and you'll be stronger. try things you don't understand and you'll broaden your horizons. 115 yrs from now, no one will remember you...everyone you know and love will be dead, best case senario, your great-grandchildren will talk about you the way you talk about your great-grandparents. do you want to be the uncle who did nothing but looked great doing it, or do you want people to say "...he made a difference," or "...he experienced life."
ask the lady at the drive-thru how she is and wait for her to tell you, talk to wrong numbers, don't be afraid to look people in the eye, walk like you have purpose, and shake hands like you know you exist. if you're scared of heights, climb a tree. if you can't talk to people, take a public speaking class.
know you will die, don't fear it, know it. that's what brad pitt said, but where he said "accept it," i say "what are you going to do about it?"
have a nice day.
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