Raison d'etre

I love people who live passionately.  I know they may not be the healthiest, or the nicest, or the "est" of anything, but they are the most interesting.

It is not necessary to use drugs or alcohol, or any other sort of stimulants to get high on life.  It is only necessary to dive in and live!

Do I want to live a hundred years worrying about the bad things that "might" happen, or simply deal with them "if" they happen.

So many people are invested in keeping others alive and safe within the confines of mediocrity and if that is where they derive their joy, if that is their passion, then I wish them the best.

My passion, my joy, my raison d'etre, requires me to push the boundaries.  Without that I become depressed.

I had a depression in my yard in Taylorville.  It was full of slugs.  I really hate slugs.