our dependence on these foreign goods, leads us to our lavish respect for numbers. the young patriot feels himself stronger than before by a new thousand of likes and friends on his social accounts. not so, o friends! will venus, deign to enter and inhabit you, but by a method precisely the reverse. it is only as a man puts off all foreign support, and stands alone, that i see him to be strong and prevail. vanity are all things that do not stem from the soul. he is weaker by every recruit to his banner. those who own most are most crippled. is not a man better than a town?

ask nothing of men, and in the endless mutation, though only firm column must presently appear the upholder of all that surrounds thee. it is all that is within that is manifested on the outside. every secret, every, desire, every thought nature whispers. he who knows that power is inborn, that he is weak because he has looked for good out of him and elsewhere, and so perceiving, throws himself unhesitatingly on his thought, instantly rights himself, stands in the upright position, commands his limbs, works miracles, just as a man standing on his feet is stronger than one standing on his head.

nature repeats itself but is new every time. will you remember me honey when im gone, will i linger long in your memory? i lost it all, now honey, i build from the ground, bound by these divine roots of time, believing in the truth nature has sown in my heart. every great man believed in their own great thought, that flash of genius.

i sometimes wonder, what old age is like. is it a toil, where you are bound by your life’s regrets; or is it a joy knowing you lived and did the best you could with the cards you were given? this weekend i was at the ironman and had an interesting conversation with a lady in her seventies. i asked her, if she could go back to when she was younger what would she do different. she told me she would think twice before getting married and having kids. she further went on to say that after settling down life was never the same, the juice was sucked out of it because you begin to worry and start to age faster.

it seems to be a burden to have kids because it leaves no room for living your life. your children become you life-long responsibility. i find it incredibly fruitful to spend time with old people in your youth. it helps you make better choices in life and not simply do what you are told or see the mass of men doing. let us not be content with mediocrity. we must honor our convictions.