Truth is, this meant more when it was just about the writing. I’m referring back to the good old days when only a handful of people actually read this. When it didn’t matter what I wrote, did or said. I’d write because I loved writing. They took that away from me. Now it just seems pointless. Having this urge to write yet not knowing what to say, who to write for, and why even bother!?

I’ve been around. I probably have over 51 good stories to tell. Things my unborn grandchildren would get to hear. But they have to be 18 and I just don’t think i’ll be around if or when they do. But these are stories I do not want to take with me to the grave.
Yet it’s pointless… www.paykassa.com
You see? I just lost interest. But only people who really know how to read could get that one. What I find extremely sad is 70% of my readers, just don’t GET IT! So i’m back to writing for myself and the people that actually “Get it”.

I’ve been at peace lately. It’s been a roller-coaster these past couple of years. If you asked me what “Happiness” was, id tell you that happiness is; Peace of Mind.
Life is funny in the sense that it gives you what you want, only if you’re willing to pay the price for it. You gotta pay the cost to be the BOSS son!

I started taking life a little less seriously. I don’t know if that’s a good thing but it seems to be working out just fine for me. I never really gave a shit but now it’s like.. I could not give a fuck. Read carefully for these next few sentences. It’s gonna get philosophical up in here. Here it goes;
As life unravels itself into time, experiences become the virtue of mankind. Per contra, what we learn through our gains and losses in life carry us forward towards understanding;
WHAT REALLY FUCKING MATTERS IN LIFE!

And that’s the end.