Praise God for great friends

 Encouragement. 

Plain and simple.

Outside perspective on an inside tract.

Really more of a loop-dee-loop of repeated excuses. 

Over-analysis.

Paralysis from analysis.

"55 Famous Alibis" as Napoleon Hill calls them on pages 286-88 of Think & Grow Rich.

But here's my friend.

A Godsend. 

And he encourages and uplifts. 

Praise God for great friends. 

So walk the path. 

Ride the wave. 

And do it with a smile. 

That's what Sisyphus did after all (or how Camus imagined him).


So keep pushing the boulder up the hill. 

The view is worth the climb, I promise. 

But the path is not without its twists, turns, and topsy-turvy thorns. 

We wouldn't want it any other way.   

That professor at UTD discouraged you. 

He put your dreams on the chopping block. 

And you watched him chop them up and shove into his academic processor that produced "law school" as its finally product. 

Nothing healthy or organic about it. That's how sausage gets made.

But he did say that a writer writing words without a smile yields a frowning reader. 

I think that much is true. 

So don't be like that guy. That's the lesson. 

Here's one of the last things he wrote--an exceptionally well written heap of garbage. 

A life I plan to avoid at all cost. 

Still the man inspired me. He directed my gaze to law school. Why? Because of money. A profession where I could get paid to read and write. With the slight catch that reading contracts is not the same as reading great stories. And writing emails is not the same thing as writing philosophical reflections. 

Next came the pursuit of business. After all, if I had to wage through the corporate drudgery, I might as well do it at a quickened pace. See Rich Dad, Poor Dad; 4-Hour Workweek

But wouldn't you know it? The pursuit of money is fleeting; it's the root of all kinds of evil--including forfeiture of the soul. I wish someone would have written that down a long time ago so I could have read that. Shucks. 

So here we are again: gazing around at the wreckage. Not of my life, mind you. At the cobwebs of my soul as certain rooms and libraries were locked up to make it through. 

Make it through what exactly? Who knows. 

This is where my wife says I'm dramatic--which I am. 

Anyways--praise God for great friends. A great friend awakens the soul. 

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More thoughts here.

And yet here we are: walking the path, awaking from a dogmatic slumber. 

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