fill 'er up

Good food, drink, and conversation always make for a good night. So what else does it take for a soul to be fulfilled? A lover? Sanctity? God? Dog? A 50 gallon salt water aquarium?

I've taken my chances with a lot of things, some too boring to list. Some, well, probably best to leave off the internet. And yet here I exist, fortunate enough to have lived another day (that turtle from Kung-Fu Panda is right, by the way. every day is a gift.) but still searching for more. Most every day I wake up happy to be fortunate enought to have all that I have. "Count your blessings..." Sorry, not enough time. Suffice to say I definitely have more physical STUFF than I need. But I am left wanting.

Is it more spiritual than physical? Possibly. Could even be lack of sex for all I know. But I am hard pressed to believe that I felt any better when I was going to church regularly. Of course, I've never had steady amounts of sex either, so who knows.

Unfortunately, dear reader, this is what happens when too much ideas strike at one time with no outline, no notes, and no posts in months. I've already deleted three paragraphs that failed to carry out a singular purpose. I still feel the need to write about things. Now it seems to be more about writing purposefully. Heck, even I would get tired of reading this ramble. I shall do better.

Or I won't; how about THAT? Ain't life grand? Celebrate the fact that you can make choices.