The fact that we issue forth from our mother is called life. It is never a sure thing until we take our first breath, open our eyes and bellow out loud. From there it is up to our parents how we turn out. Until around eighteen years. Once it is our turn to be adults is when we screw up everything, take life for granted, get in trouble, or turn out to be true to what our parents taught us. For the most part. If there is a rule there is an exception to it. You know you, I do not.
What signifies the ability to live is our first breath. Were I a true cynic I would have added: “It’s all downhill from there!” It actually is all uphill from there because being a kid is hard. For some, the exceptions, it is a cruise in neutral from there with no quick starts or stops. In this case, starts and stops are getting in trouble. We all do to one degree or another. No immunity granted us from trouble.
Me, I grew up, got my draft notice and went to Vietnam. I had time to pick my service and chose the Navy . . . U.S. No regrets even though I participated in killing people. I could have run off to Canada, as so many my age did. What the hell am I going to do in Canada? I couldn’t figure that one out. Canada just made no sense to me so I enlisted. What the hell, I figured, we all have to die sometime.
That was the Hippie era. Lots of sex, drugs, inebriation, dumb headed morons and a few clean and nice individuals. Not many, but, a few. I got out of the Navy after two combat tours and four years. From that point it was all up but for certain dreams about certain operations I was involved in. Not pretty but necessary. Or, so I was told.
So, we all deal with our very own, tailor made problems. You are the tailor and you own the problems. Not some other person down the road but you. If you already know this you can join my club of XOG. If you don’t know that you are the tailor of your own problems . . . read on.
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