Money is only loaned to a man. He comes into the world with nothing and he leaves with nothing.
William Crapo Durant

The older I get, the more I have to to seem to worry about this idea of money. What is money anyways? Paper? Gold? No; it’s the only sure way that the government can keep you in their python-like grip. Money isn’t real; but the man really convinced everyone to completely disregard their natural instincts for survival, and turn to this idol for support. 

But hey, what do I know? I’m simply another brainwashed fool among the masses. 

He that will enjoy the brightness of sunshine, must quit the coolness of the shade. 

-Samuel Johnson

Today, it’s bright. Not only that, it’s warm too. In the cold death of winter, I often find myself bundled up, trekking through the world, praying that my face doesn’t have to suffer the icy kisses winter is smothering me with much longer. Summer swelters to the point of insanity, but there is nothing so desolate than winter. 

So today, in celebration that I don’t have to be bombarded with frozen infatuation, I will play outside. 

I love the sun.