thoughts

Rollins wrote something to the effect of – Money can’t buy happiness? Why the hell can’t it? With money you can buy up your time and go somewhere else for a whole year if you want, spend that time alone and expand your mind.

That’s the kind of money I want.

Others get bloated and kill themselves with their money, hire servants down to doing their thinking for them. That’s not for me.

Why hire servants? Why hire servants and call them assistants? Why demean other human beings?

I’m speaking of ideals here. As you “grow” you start to justify why you’re getting bloated with needs, with more things. Pull more people in and be surrounded by them, get their attention. You die with the night, alone. Someone once said, Depression is a death of the mind.

You choose a lesser rebirth. You choose it, period. Maybe someone persuades you, but you make the final choice. Rich man, rich woman – knock, knock. Time is short, money comes and goes. You’ll never get your future RIGHT. Worry about now.

I think like many – oh when I get the money, I’m gonna use it right. When I have kids, I’m going to treat them right. When I . . .

I keep waiting for a future that never comes out right. I keep waiting for someone to come along and hand me something better.

I was sitting in traffic as a kid and I pointed at this car, saying how it looked cool, futuristic. He said – Fuck the future.

Valuable words. Some people shake things up, even if it’s just for that moment. Shake things off. Shake off illusions. Where is wisdom?

In you. In now. No where else.