I realized how in touch I am with what I want. I've become so focused on fitting into "what is" that I've lost sight of possibilities. That spirit of vitality, so essential for a good life, is missing.
I think I would probably go to Italy.
I'm sure other folks can do better than that.
I'd teleport myself to this little Caribbean beach owned by a small church. I'd lie down under its single palm tree, close my eyes, listen to the waves and stop time.
Then the caretaker would interrupt my timeless moment with the question of whether I believe in God. I'd say yes, and while I squint to see his face, he'd vanish.
Everything under heaven is in utter chaos; the situation is excellent. - Mao
Disneyland (Anaheim).
Yes, I smell like a horse. No, I don't consider that a problem.
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