When you were 10, what did you want to be when you grew up?
When you were 20, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Assuming you're a grown-up, are you content with your life's direction?
If so, what else would you like to do?
If not, same question?
Also, do you believe in a creator, or higher power, or afterlife?
What's your favorite few things that you own?
Do you have a bucket list?
If so, what's on it?
1. 10 year old me was going to be a starting pitcher for the Yankees.
2. 20 year old was considering the pros/cons of being a veterinarian or saying screw it and becoming a teacher. I love teaching things but didn't want to settle for the money that teachers make in my hometown but the job seemed like something that I would enjoy.
3. I'll never be content. My direction is good right now. Quite good. But I don't think that I'll ever have an inner peace in regards to where I am or what I'm doing in life.
4. I'd like to buy the company that I work for.
5. I just want to make enough money to retire at 50 and move to a 3rd world country and bang hot 20 something senoritas.
6. Yes. Yes. Undecided. I have had several experiences in my life while not under the influence of anything that have changed my perception of things. As though I was on cruise control and just observing my life and not actually making any decisions. Or I've felt certain things that made me feel like I was connected to something much bigger than myself. Now if you're asking if I believe in more of a biblical God then the answer is no. But I definitely feel like there is something much larger than all of us that is kind of pulling the strings. Maybe. If you catch me on a different day I may have a stronger opinion in either direction.
7. Remember that country song that I wrote? Ever since the house fire I haven't really cared much about possessions. I don't mean that in some sort of "enlightened" way where I'm above being connected to material items. Quite the opposite feeling leading to the same end result. I just no longer give a damn about anything. When you have to replace everything you've ever owned you can just become a little detached from things. I stopped collecting memorabilia or any kinds of souvenirs. I can lose it all again one day and all that will matter are the memories I have of the experiences, not the shot glass to commemorate them.
But if I had to choose then it would be a .32 that belonged to my maternal grandfather and a little Old Timer pocketknife that belonged to my paternal grandfather. Both went EVERYWHERE with those items on them. I own some pretty cool shit otherwise but those are the only ones that really carry any strong connections for me.