Attention, Attention Must Finally Be Paid
As I approach my 51st Birthday, of course, I am in full bore self reflection mode and gazing deeply into my own navel with an intensity that borders on mania.
As I approach my 51st Birthday, of course, I am in full bore self reflection mode and gazing deeply into my own navel with an intensity that borders on mania.
Empires collapse, fortunes evaporate, and stocks nosedive into hell—but a deep sleep, a clean shit, and a laugh that shakes your skeleton remain the closest thing humanity has to real wealth.