The guy doing some painting work at my house is really into PBR. If I'd been thinking, or had I known, I would have done a work-for-trade deal. But, I didn't know.
I was saying this to a friend.. and she was saying it back.. we were all talking about it.
Some of the happiest people I know are blue collar working-class-- lovers of PBR. They don't like Fat Tire, and Sam Adams. They don't care about micro-brews. They are hipster before everyone else in their skinny jeans and tall boy. So to pare down my dissatisfaction in life, I must pare down complications. And therefore become more simple in life. To hell with all this... intellectual complicated hoo-ha. I need to learn to be satisfied with less. Less is more, right?
I close this with my favorite Bible verse of all time. (well, one of them.. I have about 3).
~ You are blessed when you are content with who you are. No more. No less. That's the moment you find yourself to be the proud owner of everything that can't be bought ~
It's true right? At some point, can't you just be content and quit striving for successes in all the wrong places?
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