March 24th, 2025
It’s no surprise I’m stressed out (because I live on this planet and this planet does not have its shit together whatsoever); I’m ambitious yet anxious, careful yet crazy, busy yet broke.
I was walking past the bed and saw Marvel sleeping under the sun on our sheets, and I will never pass up an opportunity to kiss a deserving puppy taking her nap. I looked at her as she soaked up the rays of a gas giant 93 million miles away and I thought:
“This is what it’s all fucking about.”
All the empires and wars, all the wealth and taxes, all the knowledge and tests, all the supplements and pills, all the honesty and deceit, all the faith and lies, all our haves and wants, all the disease and science and death, all of these things that humans decided life were about are wrong.
Life is a dog sleeping in the sun.
It never really gets any more important than that.
It’s about being in the moment right now and it’s eternal at the same time.
It’s the joy and the serenity and the fulfillment of the promise of life.
It’s listening to the universe and being heard back, no matter where you are.
And I really need to remember this more often.
Human beings are incredibly stupid, but the animals never forget.
The Den 