I love Iron Maiden.

The title is from the song Wasted Years.

I spend most of my time looking at myself with the eyes of others. Being a telepath I get when one wants to view my memories, and I’m aware when it happens and at times I know who.

I get most people can’t do this, this is why it’s hard to accept.

I’m happy with my life. I love my life.

Why would I let the past drag me down?

I’ve changed.

When I was 18, I would think of every sarcastic thing I could say to whatever anyone said. By 20 I could do it and make anything anyone said sexual. By 30 my wife at the time would set me up just to see what I would say, knowing I was that good.

When we divorced, I had told her women think I’m bragging about being the biggest smart ass ever. They tell me, it’s because you have met me.

Give me there number and I’ll tell them.

This was an actual conversation myself and my ex had.

By 35 I had starter to mellow, my son had a lot to do with that.

By 40 I thought I was chill, and I didn’t like making sarcastic comments. Most of my time was spent writing spiritual stuff in more than one blog.

By 45 I had my stroke.

For the first 3 weeks I couldn’t even remember the password for my computer. I couldn’t speak.

By 50 I’ve started writing again. My goal is to give to the betterment of humanity.

At times I’m shocked as shit by what I say.

I never expected to say that, at one point I said something completely different.

I get why people who knew me, look at me like I’m a stranger who gets stranger daily.

Being awake, being a truly woke person,this is what happens.

I’m in love with the world, however I don’t like many people.

The difference is this, when one is in love anything one asks of one, no problem.

When one loves one and doesn’t like them, one asks for shit and they get shit.

That had more than one meaning hidden within.

Against The Wind by Bob Seger is playing. It’s the only way one can fly, going against the wind.

It’s what I think when I hear this song as I’ve gone dead against the wind my entire life.

It ain’t over til it’s over. Someone said. Many ones have said.

But for this post, it’s over.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.