I grow orchids, paint, write absurdly esoteric essays and aphorisms, carve, collect books, enjoy beer, and dabble with cooking whenever I have the audience. So what do I try to live up to? Work hard and play hard, relax like an aristocrat but live below my means, only let pain go so deep. Always give the gift of honor to myself, and attempt to live with courage despite my nature. Treat my body like a temple, the pagan kind, with sacrifices and bacchanalias, but with the care of those that both fear and adore their petty deities. Attend to value whenever possible, and account for externalities at every turn. The meaning of life is to live, and if at all possible have stories told about you along the way. I swear- by my life and my love of it- that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask any man live for mine..
I am a bit new to Tumblr... And change moods rather quickly, this will be a bit random...
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