A Memo on Purpose


“The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.”  ~  Ralph Waldo Emerson

“A writer – and, I believe, generally all persons – must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.”  ~  Jorge Luis Borges

Overnight petsitting gig last Night. I got to watch the Ghost Adventure guys, who play it sorta pseudo-slapstick yet serious as well – well, they were chasing demons. Better them than me. I prefer my demons coming to me, for a bit of ale and conversation. Ya know dude like make friends dude? Duh. This is just a note while passing through, on the way back to feed the animals over yonder; just stopped by here to feed and medicate my cat, Rosie, who is like all WTF, where were you last night. Gotta go now. I’ll get to watch some MSNBC, about the Dark Lord metaphor guy in the White house. Well sometimes. I do not feel generous toward the president. Guy’s a nitwit from the shadowlands. And McConnell plays, opportunistically, the other Dark Lord. These guy’s don’t know how deep they have already dug themselves in; one hell of a hole; dig deep enough and they might finally make it home, or to China. Soooo, what about purpose? I’m working on it dude. That in and of itself is a purpose. Reckon?

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously, k?



2 thoughts on “A Memo on Purpose

  1. I feel sorry for your cat. Left alone (sometimes for a week ) as you watch another’s pets and another’s tv. Sad.

  2. No need for sadness, my friend, it is misplaced. The petsitting gig is but five minutes from my home. I see the cat several times a day. She fares well, fed, medicated, and loved, and shows no worse for the wear. You obviously read my blog more than once. Who are you? I am curious, no mas. If you can judge I’d love to know who you are. Please tell. Thanks, yer a pal.

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