I tend to equate weight with responsibility. The weight I am restless over is my responsibility as a father and husband. On a daily basis I ask myself, what do my wife and kids think of me? I don’t want to blow it!
Why are we here? We are like ants on a hill. Who was your great great great grandmother? Most cannot answer. None of it matters.
I am not a nine-to-fiver. I’m not going to trade dollars for hours. I’d rather be broke. I want more than survival. I have friends that think I’m crazy for being an entrepreneur. I want to contribute to society and I want to thrive rather than survive.
What else am I going to do? Lie in my bed and look at the ceiling and die? I have a bed. I have a ceiling. I turn on my faucet and water comes out. I’m so blessed I was born in a free country.
I find my peace in my gratitude.
