Ah, a moment of lucidity.

No politics, just some random thoughts.

We that have been preparing, in the myriad of fashions that can take place, are watching the headlines and wondering many things.

I know that some have even given up the fight and turned away.

I was tempted to so until I did some basic math and figured that less than one sixth of the population had say in what the other five sixths should do.

Fuck that.    I am a free man, the most they can do is kill me.   I live in such a manner that many of those in that sixth of the population would freak right the fuck out of their minds.

And I love every minute of it.   I freely admit that I live on the razors edge of complete failure.   Every morning is a new start for me, granted, some more than others, depending on where I am in the world.   But each day is a blessing like many have no idea they can be blessed.

And the best part of it being that I have the ability to adapt on a whim or with the winds of the world.    THAT is freedom.

But don’t think for a minute that I am some carefree, whimsical ‘hippy’.   I take great pride and responsibility to the work I do.   I stand by my work as much as I am able.  (distance or finances hamper me the most)   I am always striving to learn more, even if only to explore a new outlet.   And that knowledge is returned to the world in my work, ideas, the little writing I do, and of course in conversations.    I will return it back to the world before I leave it, preferably by passing it on to others.    I can only hope that I have enough time to me to do so.   Sadly, that day will come with surprise, so I try to make the most of the time left as I can.

My current situation is comfortable, but I don’t want to get ‘too’ comfortable with it.   I still have the dream of a shop in the hills and my little shack to live in.   That dream has been with me for years: longer than my last two relationships.   The only thing that has changed in it is how much of it I now know how to apply.   It started out as a wood working shop to build guitars and sound systems.  Obviously it has grown by leaps and bounds over the years.   Yes, I still want to build my 36″ scale 5 string bass.   I may not be much of a musician, but I still like to noodle around.   Yes, I would still like to build my sound system that can cut through a metal shop going  full tilt (and likely will, I like my music and I like it loud.)   But those are mere details of the dream.   The Shop(s) and the Shack with the garden and chickens and maybe some other livestock: That is the goal.

Will the world allow me the chance to pursue that dream?    Only time will tell.   I am on that road now, I have been for some time.    I am free man, I can make it happen.   I am also a simple man in my needs.   I can make most of what I desire, given time.   And on that, I am truly rich indeed.   Rich in a way that can’t be taxed.  To hell with that One-sixth that wants my blood/sweat equity.