…homesick, but not really.
Letting my ass hang in the breeze builds the type of character I have severely lacked. This one little thing has made every other impossible thing seem possible. This is the end of the beginning. The real truth is that all anyone has to discourage you is words, those words are what holds them back, not you. Financial freedom is what people strive for, I’m no different, but having a big set of brass ones is how you get it. If you have nothing to begin with, what the hell is anyone going to take. Ideas make money. Being comfortable only makes one believe their ok, familiarity breed complacency and gives the illusion of having your shit together. Ideas are better because they force you to tread water, that much swimming builds strength.
Late night, July the twentieth, year of our lord, 2007.