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for the past 3 or 4 years, my biggest
worry had been money.
so much so that it blinded me to other aspects of my life that definitely
needed work. i was so preoccupied with making the rent and paying down debt
that i neglected important relationships, took them for granted. well, my
ship finally came in this april--little did i expect that the harbor was
mined. |
almost overnight, my debt disappeared,
i started a business with a friend in the czech republic and invested in
real estate. for the first time in my life, i started planning for the future.
the sudden relief also gave me time to assess my priorities and i came to
some conclusions about what i wanted to do and who i hoped to do it with.
party time, right? almost, except for a homecoming of having to confront
my own hypocrisy. love him or hate him, bukowski got a few things right.
in one poem, he warns (and here i have to paraphrase, so forgive me): beware
the ones who speak of peace, for they are most likely to wage war; beware
those who speak of love, for their hatred has no equal; et cetera.
i'm kind of that way. i talk of fighting bitterness, but my actions betray
bitterness. pop psychology tells us that the things that bug us about others
are the things we haven't confronted in ourselves. the jam sings, what
you give is what you get. i'm finding out that what you give will keep
giving back to you, for better of worse. |