How to live life within reality.
Today my boy and I hiked 4 gallons of water down to this place and left it with a good homeless man who would sell to the others.
Our situation in life does not change by the climate. Oh our minds might!
Lived in Vermont for one winter and the sun never did come out. They say that within 80 days it was only seen in 20 places through out the state. I lived in a hotel overlooking a canary row and two breweries on the White river. The hotel cared for veterans dying of old age and a lot of emphysema from the wars and the industrial plants. I earned room and board helping them.
I watched a man get stabbed to death, stealing on old veterans medications. It was the manager who stabbed him, 14 times. The winter was tough and I earned some cash coaching skiing in a program out of Dartmouth. I earned some as a Bartender in a Holiday Inn. And I did interior painting for rich folks.
More often than not I was cold that winter. More often than not hungry. Early March I left that place and lived under a bridge and up river in a tent. Fished through ice and went ahead and lost some pound.
That winter was not one of depression. It was one of isolation and contemplation. I do not think I ever felt sad during that time. Almost when I almost lost a toe to frostbite.
I moved on from there back across the country to my town of family of origin
I prospered. Great place to live part ownership in a steakhouse of my dreams. Exercise and women and my family around me. Good hard honest work. A church of my liking. Even some respect. A really cool truck. And healthy enough to run for an hour at 8,000 ft.
It was in July that the next winter hit. I would say it hit hard and cold. Stage 4, Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma with pancreatic involvement. Has anyone ever suggested to you that you have a 97% probability of failure? In this case failure was death. My dad asked me to beat it. He said he did not want a child to die before him. I told him I did not have to beat shit, shit had to beat me.
And so it is that I still fish and release, I still am a craftsman painter. I can still run some at 8,000 ft or carry a backpack at 9.
You see those things that pass as indicators of a sad life are not that at all. A sad life is not the result of trouble or tragedy or tough circumstances. A sad life is one without family and hope and dreams and purpose.
I just have a feeling that this tree in the south of France does not suffer
I ain't never suffered
Hospitals suggest suffering. I have spent my time in several, I always thought it was a relief to be there. Most suggest jail is a bad place and one of suffering. Worst one I was ever in was Tijuana and it was not that bad, oh it was nasty and gross and dangerous, but livable.
Today it got over 100 degrees, we got no air conditioning like the double wides up on the hill. We made it through and ran out and played when it dropped down to 85. You just get used to stuff and adapt. 85 was too hot a week ago, but a relief today.
Please my friends chose not to suffer but to celebrate the agony and defeat as well as beautiful days and abundance. This is life, our life. Be Glad in it and rejoice that you have something to lose.