I think that I'm going to tell my kids to have the time of their fucking lives and literally take advantage of all opportunities (go to parties, help homeless people, camp out on their own, drink, go scuba diving, smoke, ride on ostriches, have sex, listen to rock n roll). But hone their writing and speaking abilities, be able to do decent math and tell the truth. That way, they will be genuine people with good stories to tell. And won't be completely disappointing to my dad because they'll understand calculus.
I will tell my kids to be adventurous and cross my fingers and pray to God that they tune into their innate sensibility enough to ruminate on events and find meaning in them rather than doing it just for the sake of doing it. Hmm. I'm actually not completely cement in anything I just said. I still have to think some more on this, people.
Tomorrow's my last day at home, and I am lacking courage to embrace this huge change that's about to happen.
Painting on the side of a building in London, inspirational. Also, I wish I got a better shot.
Also, just dealing with this: I saw this as I was walking and I thought for sure that Winston Churchill said this or something, but I just googled it and this comes from. . . nothing directly. It's mentioned in the Bible quite a few times, but nothing that is all by itself memorable (but alas I really have no clue, as I'm not a well-versed Christian or anything). So. . .I'd like to know the story behind these inspirational painted words. If you ever find the story behind it, let me know!
edit (literally 4 minutes later): okay so according this link (http://www.flickr.com/photos/clammm/503029097/) this is actually just old advertising for a brewery. Let's just take a second and giggle at how humorous life can be, and the fact that I am indirectly finding solace in beer. But not in the sense that most people find solace in beer.
Ya. . . I'm in a good mood now.
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