Musings

I routinely deny myself pleasures:  Of sleeping in; instead I exercise/become stronger.  Of spending lavishly; instead I save/live humbly.  Of exclusively watching hours of TV/Internet (others’ creations), instead I write (I do the creating).  Why?  To look good?  To amass money?  To get kudos?  No.

I get strong so I can carry somebody if need be.  I save money to pay another’s expenses if need be.  I write to hopefully inspire/entertain.  Maybe none of these will happen, but knowing they MIGHT is enough pleasure for me.  And if I ACTUALLY rescue somebody, or help with a few bucks, or write something uplifting?  Well that’s a reward beyond measure. (Yes I cut loose once in a while) 🙂