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Hey People.

Please! Don't interpet yesterday's post as a desperate plea for help from a withering soul! I'm in the market for self-improvement, simply put.

Who isn't?

The sun is shining. Ahhhh....

This is what I'm all about right now. I don't want help from anyone, except maybe Sarah McLachlan. I want to think long and hard, be honest with myself about any defects of character. The only way out is through. If I could retreat to some ruddy shack near Walden Pond, Thoreau it up for a while, I'm sure I could come out a better man. Slightly more eccentric, perhaps, but better.

Old school academics, who had no such options, often turned to opiates and/or absynthe to achieve this sense of enlightenment. For myself, however, a moral inventory without the necessity of rehab is most optimal. My spirit might thank me, but my kidneys surely wouldn't.

The thing is this: what will those last few seconds of life contain, be they lucid? A frantic, gasping, "What have I done with my life!" moment, or a peaceful, fading away, "All is well because I've done well!" moment? Aside from any eternal ramifications of lifestyle, a healthy perspective/demeanor can really enhance the enjoyment of life on earth. Partying is fun, but reality is better. Drugs can feel good, but a clear mind superior. Retreat is easy, but confrontation is more productive.

Ahh, just some musings. Happy Birthday, Virginia...just in case I forget to email! I love you.

~Andrew