Since I had to start using another deck after the theft of my favorite, I decided to try something different. I do have a second copy of my favorite, but it just felt like making a change was the right thing to do. Learning to work with a new deck would stretch me, challenge me.
It is true that if you know how to read tarot, with a strong grounding in the basics of the methodology, that you can read with any deck. Of course, each artist that designs their own deck adds some touches that may offer new insights and new possibilities for interpretation. Some tarot art is simply a refinement of the familiar images, with perhaps more finely drawn pictures, perhaps more crudely drawn images, more intense coloring, more pastel coloring, so in other words, different pictures, but still very familiar imagery and patterns.
Then there are some changes in the art that are philosophical, such as changing the magician from a juggler or slight of hand trickster to a ritual magician or a shaman. Or changing the Pope to the Heirophant, or a Buddha, or a character who looks like a monk or priest. With such changes there are not only changes in art, there are changes in interpretations and meanings.
So I always find that it expands my abilities and opens my mind to new possibilities when I use different decks.
There is also another factor that seems important to mention. The deck that was stolen from me I had been using for more than 10 years. Opening a fresh pack of the same deck just isn't the same as shuffling the deck that has been used in thousands of readings before.
That feeling of connection to your tools or other frequently used items is a tangible one. In the case of an heirloom, there is that sense of connection with the person who gave it to you. In the case of a tool which is very familiar, there is that feeling of familiarity with that tool and how it works. It is the energetic connection between a person and the things they use frequently.
When things like this happen, we just have to recognize the change and move on. The new deck worked well and customers commented on how beautiful it is and how much they enjoyed getting their reading with it.
Although I still feel like I lost an old friend with the disappearance of my old deck I do feel that I was both pleased with and challenged by the new deck. After a long weekend of handling it, I began to feel like this would be a good new tool for me to work with. It is one of those growing experiences that we are all dealt from time to time, whether we want it or not.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
The Cards on the Table
You have probably heard some strange stories before, but here is a new one.
This weekend, I am doing tarot readings at a big three day festival in Boulder. Booths are very expensive, so I share the tent with two other readers to make the cost reasonable. As we have done in the past, we took what we need to work down there the night before the festival opened and set up the tent. Then we leave it for the night. This is common practice for outdoor festivals.
This morning, when we arrived, we found that someone had gotten into our tent and went through all of our bags. That's odd. All three of us keep very busy schedules and sites like this are usually secure.
Oddly, the only thing they took was the tarot deck which I have been using for years doing public readings. I had it in my bag at the festival site so that I would be all ready to go. In the suitcase with it was a brand new deck still in the shrink wrap that I am offering for sale. It is a very strange perp who would take the deck that is well worn and in a rather simple bag, rather than a brand new deck still in the factory wrap.
So I pulled out a couple of other decks that I have been getting familiar with and did my readings with them. That was no problem, because once you have many years of reading experience, you can read with any deck, with of course, some adjustments for variances different artists create.
I had been so connected to the old deck that I was beginning to feel that I needed to change for a while just to stretch my mind. When you go back and forth with different decks, it helps to sharpen your wits and open to additional insights. But of course, I never would have gotten rid of that deck, just brought out others more often.
So there you have it. Another strange but true story of weird criminals. And another amazing chapter in the life of this tarot deck. This is the same deck that gale force winds blew off my table last year, but a couple of other people helped me get all the cards back. So either the deck is now being used by the person who stole it or it was passed on to someone else. Or perhaps they just threw the cards away and kept the bag. Who knows? If this is the biography of a tarot deck, it is quite a story and quite a journey it is on.
Of course, there is one other possibility. Perhaps the person who stole it will start to think about the fact that it is a very well worn deck and start to feel a strange compulsion to return it. We will see.
This weekend, I am doing tarot readings at a big three day festival in Boulder. Booths are very expensive, so I share the tent with two other readers to make the cost reasonable. As we have done in the past, we took what we need to work down there the night before the festival opened and set up the tent. Then we leave it for the night. This is common practice for outdoor festivals.
This morning, when we arrived, we found that someone had gotten into our tent and went through all of our bags. That's odd. All three of us keep very busy schedules and sites like this are usually secure.
Oddly, the only thing they took was the tarot deck which I have been using for years doing public readings. I had it in my bag at the festival site so that I would be all ready to go. In the suitcase with it was a brand new deck still in the shrink wrap that I am offering for sale. It is a very strange perp who would take the deck that is well worn and in a rather simple bag, rather than a brand new deck still in the factory wrap.
So I pulled out a couple of other decks that I have been getting familiar with and did my readings with them. That was no problem, because once you have many years of reading experience, you can read with any deck, with of course, some adjustments for variances different artists create.
I had been so connected to the old deck that I was beginning to feel that I needed to change for a while just to stretch my mind. When you go back and forth with different decks, it helps to sharpen your wits and open to additional insights. But of course, I never would have gotten rid of that deck, just brought out others more often.
So there you have it. Another strange but true story of weird criminals. And another amazing chapter in the life of this tarot deck. This is the same deck that gale force winds blew off my table last year, but a couple of other people helped me get all the cards back. So either the deck is now being used by the person who stole it or it was passed on to someone else. Or perhaps they just threw the cards away and kept the bag. Who knows? If this is the biography of a tarot deck, it is quite a story and quite a journey it is on.
Of course, there is one other possibility. Perhaps the person who stole it will start to think about the fact that it is a very well worn deck and start to feel a strange compulsion to return it. We will see.
Memorial Day Reflections
Memorial Day is a time to remember and honor our military veterans who have died in service to our country. It is important to have a strong military force in place to defend ourselves.
Ironically, this weekend two important milestones relate to this particular holiday. As of this weekend, 1,000 members of the military have died in Iraq, and we have spent one trillion dollars on that war. All of which, in my opinion, was unnecessary. There was no good reason to wage a war in Iraq. What have we actually purchased with those 1,000 lives and one trillion dollars?
How would I define a justifiable war? When Pearl Harbor was attacked, we rose up in self defense. People agreed that we needed to get up and defend ourselves. Private industry mobilized to support the military. Women worked in factories while men went off to fight. People accepted rationing as necessary. Everyone pulled together for a victory, and so there was one.
We did not win a decisive victory in Korea or Vietnam, I think because that unity that existed in World War 2 was missing. There was no unanimous agreement that we should be in those wars. During the Vietnam War, there were major public protests to end the war.
Why were there no such massive protests against the Iraq War? Because there has not been a draft since Vietnam. When we were all likely to be drafted to go and risk our lives in Vietnam, both the young men and many of their friends and families protested. During the Iraq War, there is no draft and all of us are not likely to go there and risk our lives unless we volunteer to do so. That leaves many people to simply ignore it.
With all due respect for the courage and dedicated service of our military men and women, the milestones pose very pertinent questions. Why do something we do not have to do, as individuals or as a country?
When the subject of providing health care coverage for all citizens, one of the objections is that we could not afford to do that. Some people object to increasing unemployment compensation even as many American businesses have moved their operations to countries where they can hire cheaper labor.
Yet, if all that is too much for us to afford, how do we find the money to pay for a Vietnam War or and Iraq War? it seems to me that if we can find a million dollars in our budget to create a war in Iraq, we could find money in our budget to provide health care for everyone, provide educational opportunities for everyone at a reasonable cost, and provide the safety net of unemployment compensation. A trillion dollars could buy a lot more life affirming things.
We should still maintain a military for self defense. For example, why not have them guard our airports and train stations, and public spaces?
In another development this week, more troops were sent to the border areas to try and prevent drug gang violence from becoming as common here as it is in the Mexican border towns. But there is a practical solution there too. If we were to simply legalize drugs, there would be no traffic for the cartels to fight over, and their reason for being would evaporate overnight. We could bring an end to that violence without using force.
I suggest that we reflect on the wiser use of our resources and make decisions which will contribute to peace. I know that some may say that these suggestions are too idealistic, but think about it. Instead of buying a war in Iraq, we could have bought health care, education and a safety net for our neediest people. And we can defuse another war by simply changing one of our laws, swiftly ending a wave of murders, tortures and corruption. Seems like a better buy to me.
So let us honor our military people by bringing them home from unnecessary wars and using our power to take better care of our own people.
Ironically, this weekend two important milestones relate to this particular holiday. As of this weekend, 1,000 members of the military have died in Iraq, and we have spent one trillion dollars on that war. All of which, in my opinion, was unnecessary. There was no good reason to wage a war in Iraq. What have we actually purchased with those 1,000 lives and one trillion dollars?
How would I define a justifiable war? When Pearl Harbor was attacked, we rose up in self defense. People agreed that we needed to get up and defend ourselves. Private industry mobilized to support the military. Women worked in factories while men went off to fight. People accepted rationing as necessary. Everyone pulled together for a victory, and so there was one.
We did not win a decisive victory in Korea or Vietnam, I think because that unity that existed in World War 2 was missing. There was no unanimous agreement that we should be in those wars. During the Vietnam War, there were major public protests to end the war.
Why were there no such massive protests against the Iraq War? Because there has not been a draft since Vietnam. When we were all likely to be drafted to go and risk our lives in Vietnam, both the young men and many of their friends and families protested. During the Iraq War, there is no draft and all of us are not likely to go there and risk our lives unless we volunteer to do so. That leaves many people to simply ignore it.
With all due respect for the courage and dedicated service of our military men and women, the milestones pose very pertinent questions. Why do something we do not have to do, as individuals or as a country?
When the subject of providing health care coverage for all citizens, one of the objections is that we could not afford to do that. Some people object to increasing unemployment compensation even as many American businesses have moved their operations to countries where they can hire cheaper labor.
Yet, if all that is too much for us to afford, how do we find the money to pay for a Vietnam War or and Iraq War? it seems to me that if we can find a million dollars in our budget to create a war in Iraq, we could find money in our budget to provide health care for everyone, provide educational opportunities for everyone at a reasonable cost, and provide the safety net of unemployment compensation. A trillion dollars could buy a lot more life affirming things.
We should still maintain a military for self defense. For example, why not have them guard our airports and train stations, and public spaces?
In another development this week, more troops were sent to the border areas to try and prevent drug gang violence from becoming as common here as it is in the Mexican border towns. But there is a practical solution there too. If we were to simply legalize drugs, there would be no traffic for the cartels to fight over, and their reason for being would evaporate overnight. We could bring an end to that violence without using force.
I suggest that we reflect on the wiser use of our resources and make decisions which will contribute to peace. I know that some may say that these suggestions are too idealistic, but think about it. Instead of buying a war in Iraq, we could have bought health care, education and a safety net for our neediest people. And we can defuse another war by simply changing one of our laws, swiftly ending a wave of murders, tortures and corruption. Seems like a better buy to me.
So let us honor our military people by bringing them home from unnecessary wars and using our power to take better care of our own people.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Rose Colored Glasses
Rose colored glasses can help us be optimistic about our prospects, or they can give us a distorted view of what is coming, preventing us from seeing clearly. A person who is a visionary or a dreamer has probably had experiences with both views.
Looking forward brings those risks, but so does looking backward.
Some people look back at times past as if it were all wonderful, turning a blind eye to real problems or glossing them over.
It is lovely to have flowers in my life. I place fresh flowers on my table every time I read at a fair, festival or special event. I keep fresh flowers in my apartment. When I lived in a house and had room for a garden, I grew flowers. They add vitality and beauty.
There are all kinds and colors of flowers, so I don't know why the saying refers to rose colored glasses instead of orchid colored glasses, iris colored glasses, daffodil colored glasses, bergamot colored glasses, lavender colored glasses, crepe myrtle colored glasses, tulip colored glasses, lilac colored glasses, black eyed susan colored glasses or echinacea colored glasses. Those are all beautiful colors.
Anyway, there is a truth in this odd expression that people usually overlook.
To have roses grow in your garden, you have to tend those plants, pruning, protecting them from bugs, mulching, fertilizing, watering, and then eventually you enjoy the beautiful flowers. They don't just bloom all year round.
So too, for creating our future. It takes a lot of work to shape the events and relationships in our lives. It takes work to cultivate a career and a career change, which means that just like the rose garden we need to dig in and cultivate before we see flowers.
If we apply the rose colored glasses saying to our memories of the past, it wouldn't be hard to find examples of wonderful, sweet events, but the past also contained difficulties that we would not choose to relive. But there again, it may have been necessary to work our way through those difficulties in order to cherish the sweetness and happiness.
There is nothing so bad about rose colored glasses. We just have to keep the whole picture in mind. We need to be able to be optimistic while getting our hands dirty. That's how we get roses.
Looking forward brings those risks, but so does looking backward.
Some people look back at times past as if it were all wonderful, turning a blind eye to real problems or glossing them over.
It is lovely to have flowers in my life. I place fresh flowers on my table every time I read at a fair, festival or special event. I keep fresh flowers in my apartment. When I lived in a house and had room for a garden, I grew flowers. They add vitality and beauty.
There are all kinds and colors of flowers, so I don't know why the saying refers to rose colored glasses instead of orchid colored glasses, iris colored glasses, daffodil colored glasses, bergamot colored glasses, lavender colored glasses, crepe myrtle colored glasses, tulip colored glasses, lilac colored glasses, black eyed susan colored glasses or echinacea colored glasses. Those are all beautiful colors.
Anyway, there is a truth in this odd expression that people usually overlook.
To have roses grow in your garden, you have to tend those plants, pruning, protecting them from bugs, mulching, fertilizing, watering, and then eventually you enjoy the beautiful flowers. They don't just bloom all year round.
So too, for creating our future. It takes a lot of work to shape the events and relationships in our lives. It takes work to cultivate a career and a career change, which means that just like the rose garden we need to dig in and cultivate before we see flowers.
If we apply the rose colored glasses saying to our memories of the past, it wouldn't be hard to find examples of wonderful, sweet events, but the past also contained difficulties that we would not choose to relive. But there again, it may have been necessary to work our way through those difficulties in order to cherish the sweetness and happiness.
There is nothing so bad about rose colored glasses. We just have to keep the whole picture in mind. We need to be able to be optimistic while getting our hands dirty. That's how we get roses.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The Edge Between What Was and What Will Be
The edge between here and there is always a fine line. The naked truth is that the walls going up at my day job sets the fact in concrete that there will not be people coming back into the room to work once the construction is complete.
My naked ambition is about making a living doing something I love. That would be the optimum situation for everyone, wouldn't it?
On this fine edge is simply the question of the jumping off point. When you do not have a big nest egg to carry you, and no one else to pay your way until your new business really starts to fly, when do you make your move?
I have talked to other people who were forced into accelerating the development of their businesses when the corporation they were working for offshored their jobs. They were not planning on going for it at that very moment, but when the choice is to go for it or try and find another job in another corporation, the incentive is very compelling and everything contributes to the momentum.
Creating a new business forces a person outside of their comfort zone in order to create a successful venture that can support them. The exception to this, of course, would be the person who has enough of a financial cushion so that they can live well no matter how the business performs. If a person is so insulated, their drive will be less. When a person must generate enough to not only succeed, but to live well, necessity becomes the mother of invention. The well of creativity is visited and drunk from daily.
Sometimes we seek to have enough of the way smoothed for us or enough of a cushion in case we fall, but sometimes circumstances force us to sink or swim on short notice. Sometimes with that much drive to survive kicking in, people dig deep and find the way to succeed.
Some people get to choose when to jump off the edge, and some get pushed. Either way, once off the edge, you have to hit the ground running.
I take a moment to give thanks for everything I have received so far, and how well things have worked out, and I balance on the edge, sensing the right time to use my skills and get a handle on the art of negotiating the edge once more.
My naked ambition is about making a living doing something I love. That would be the optimum situation for everyone, wouldn't it?
On this fine edge is simply the question of the jumping off point. When you do not have a big nest egg to carry you, and no one else to pay your way until your new business really starts to fly, when do you make your move?
I have talked to other people who were forced into accelerating the development of their businesses when the corporation they were working for offshored their jobs. They were not planning on going for it at that very moment, but when the choice is to go for it or try and find another job in another corporation, the incentive is very compelling and everything contributes to the momentum.
Creating a new business forces a person outside of their comfort zone in order to create a successful venture that can support them. The exception to this, of course, would be the person who has enough of a financial cushion so that they can live well no matter how the business performs. If a person is so insulated, their drive will be less. When a person must generate enough to not only succeed, but to live well, necessity becomes the mother of invention. The well of creativity is visited and drunk from daily.
Sometimes we seek to have enough of the way smoothed for us or enough of a cushion in case we fall, but sometimes circumstances force us to sink or swim on short notice. Sometimes with that much drive to survive kicking in, people dig deep and find the way to succeed.
Some people get to choose when to jump off the edge, and some get pushed. Either way, once off the edge, you have to hit the ground running.
I take a moment to give thanks for everything I have received so far, and how well things have worked out, and I balance on the edge, sensing the right time to use my skills and get a handle on the art of negotiating the edge once more.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
The Writing on the Wall
Right now, they have removed desks and are building a wall in the middle of the room where I work. It is not every day that you literally get to see the writing on the wall.
This room is being converted into a server farm. This room where I work used to be filled with hundreds of people talking to customers. Those jobs are now being done by people in India that this company employs.
For a while, people were fooling themselves into thinking that all the jobs that went to India would be replaced with new accounts or new jobs here. Not so. The Americans sell the jobs, then they hire people in India to do them. They can live well in India on $4 an hour, but you can't afford to live in America on $4 an hour.
The fact that this construction is happening is a naked truth.
And all of this brings great profits to the greedy execs at the top who are constantly congratulating themselves on these moves. Naked greed.
Recently they sent a corporate spokesman around to try and indoctrinate us with their propaganda about how wonderful the global economy is, how wonderful that people in places like India, Brazil, Argentina and China can all do the same jobs that we do.
As long as they made me go to the meeting, I decided to say exactly what I thought. The corporate mouthpiece started to stutter as soon as I mentioned what shame it was that the company was offshoring so many American jobs, and hurting the American economy.
She actually said that the new global initiative was not about offshoring. I reminded her that within the last couple months people were laid off in the US and at the same time people were hired in India to take our jobs. She is so full of company happy crap she cannot even see the naked truth. Or perhaps she can.
One of my co-workers just looked at me and said "Can you believe that she gets paid to go around and tell lies like this?"
Corporate ventriloquists get these puppets to say outlandish things. Things that imply that the contracting firms are responsible for all of this naked greed behavior. As if the company whose name is on the building does not pull the strings on the contractors.
Earlier this week I wrote about another interpretation of Naked City. This is a different kind of Naked City. Naked ambition. Naked greed. The emperor of this company has no clothes.
The purveyor of corporate happy crap babbled on about how wonderful it would be that we would all be cross trained so that we could all do multiple jobs at the same time.
The naked truth goes like this: "We will pay you less money to do more work. But that is only a temporary measure because even if you do everything we ask you to, we will still hire somebody halfway around the world who will work cheaper than you as soon as we can arrange it."
Within the last year and a half, we were also given the good corporate news that "due to current economic conditions," we all needed to be happy with pay cuts. The company doesn't see it as dishonest that they promised us one amount of money when they hired us, then after we were here doing the job, they simply paid us less. They even told us that were doing an excellent job and gave us cute little certificates to hang over our desks that told us so. That was just before the second pay cut. The naked truth is that "current economic conditions" did not cause this company to lose money. Their own website revealed that the same quarter they lied and pulled this crappy move on us, they declared record profits.
The writing is on the wall. The wall they are building.
All of my energy is now directed to making the transition to becoming a full time reader, a full time self employed person. When you can read the writing on the wall, it is time.
This room is being converted into a server farm. This room where I work used to be filled with hundreds of people talking to customers. Those jobs are now being done by people in India that this company employs.
For a while, people were fooling themselves into thinking that all the jobs that went to India would be replaced with new accounts or new jobs here. Not so. The Americans sell the jobs, then they hire people in India to do them. They can live well in India on $4 an hour, but you can't afford to live in America on $4 an hour.
The fact that this construction is happening is a naked truth.
And all of this brings great profits to the greedy execs at the top who are constantly congratulating themselves on these moves. Naked greed.
Recently they sent a corporate spokesman around to try and indoctrinate us with their propaganda about how wonderful the global economy is, how wonderful that people in places like India, Brazil, Argentina and China can all do the same jobs that we do.
As long as they made me go to the meeting, I decided to say exactly what I thought. The corporate mouthpiece started to stutter as soon as I mentioned what shame it was that the company was offshoring so many American jobs, and hurting the American economy.
She actually said that the new global initiative was not about offshoring. I reminded her that within the last couple months people were laid off in the US and at the same time people were hired in India to take our jobs. She is so full of company happy crap she cannot even see the naked truth. Or perhaps she can.
One of my co-workers just looked at me and said "Can you believe that she gets paid to go around and tell lies like this?"
Corporate ventriloquists get these puppets to say outlandish things. Things that imply that the contracting firms are responsible for all of this naked greed behavior. As if the company whose name is on the building does not pull the strings on the contractors.
Earlier this week I wrote about another interpretation of Naked City. This is a different kind of Naked City. Naked ambition. Naked greed. The emperor of this company has no clothes.
The purveyor of corporate happy crap babbled on about how wonderful it would be that we would all be cross trained so that we could all do multiple jobs at the same time.
The naked truth goes like this: "We will pay you less money to do more work. But that is only a temporary measure because even if you do everything we ask you to, we will still hire somebody halfway around the world who will work cheaper than you as soon as we can arrange it."
Within the last year and a half, we were also given the good corporate news that "due to current economic conditions," we all needed to be happy with pay cuts. The company doesn't see it as dishonest that they promised us one amount of money when they hired us, then after we were here doing the job, they simply paid us less. They even told us that were doing an excellent job and gave us cute little certificates to hang over our desks that told us so. That was just before the second pay cut. The naked truth is that "current economic conditions" did not cause this company to lose money. Their own website revealed that the same quarter they lied and pulled this crappy move on us, they declared record profits.
The writing is on the wall. The wall they are building.
All of my energy is now directed to making the transition to becoming a full time reader, a full time self employed person. When you can read the writing on the wall, it is time.
Monday, May 24, 2010
How the World Began, Begins, Again
Does it really matter how the world began? I don't think so. What matters is that we are here now. What matters is what we do now. That is what matters.
Some of us are making money doing work that we love. Some of us are trying to make that transition into work that we love. Perhaps at present, the best some of us can say is that we have some income from our work. That helps for the moment.
What makes a difference is whether we can get up in the morning with the feeling that there are possibilities for us, that there are ideas we can try, methods we can check out.
Are we thinking of leads to check out? Even ideas that do not work can reveal other potentials. Sometimes new people we meet offer us useful ideas for our business. If we keep our eyes and ears open, we can explore these leads. Where one idea does not bear fruit, if we keep on looking, some other one will.
If we are in a situation where we simply see ourselves trading our labor for some money, there are ways to find pleasure in our every day life. Whether it is the pleasure of a cup of coffee during a break, the pleasure of communicating with friends through email, the pleasure of great sex after work, the pleasure of cooking a meal, the pleasure of reading a book, the pleasure of watching a movie, the pleasure of taking a bath and soaking in it a good long while, the pleasure of sitting by an open window, feeling the breeze and listening to the birds sing.
What does all that have to do with how the world began? Nothing. That is exactly my point. We will never be able to know the answer to that question. The stories from the various cultural folklore and mythologies are simply stories.
Why? At some point people felt a need to make up those stories rather than saying "I don't know" when they were asked how the world began.
But none of them matter. All that matters is that we appreciate each day, and find ways to find pleasure in each day. Stay focused on getting the most out of today.
How the world began is nowhere near as important as how the next moment begins.
Some of us are making money doing work that we love. Some of us are trying to make that transition into work that we love. Perhaps at present, the best some of us can say is that we have some income from our work. That helps for the moment.
What makes a difference is whether we can get up in the morning with the feeling that there are possibilities for us, that there are ideas we can try, methods we can check out.
Are we thinking of leads to check out? Even ideas that do not work can reveal other potentials. Sometimes new people we meet offer us useful ideas for our business. If we keep our eyes and ears open, we can explore these leads. Where one idea does not bear fruit, if we keep on looking, some other one will.
If we are in a situation where we simply see ourselves trading our labor for some money, there are ways to find pleasure in our every day life. Whether it is the pleasure of a cup of coffee during a break, the pleasure of communicating with friends through email, the pleasure of great sex after work, the pleasure of cooking a meal, the pleasure of reading a book, the pleasure of watching a movie, the pleasure of taking a bath and soaking in it a good long while, the pleasure of sitting by an open window, feeling the breeze and listening to the birds sing.
What does all that have to do with how the world began? Nothing. That is exactly my point. We will never be able to know the answer to that question. The stories from the various cultural folklore and mythologies are simply stories.
Why? At some point people felt a need to make up those stories rather than saying "I don't know" when they were asked how the world began.
But none of them matter. All that matters is that we appreciate each day, and find ways to find pleasure in each day. Stay focused on getting the most out of today.
How the world began is nowhere near as important as how the next moment begins.
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