But appropriate quantities of that magical poison (aka alcohol) does help fire my synapses. And firing synapses lead to restless thoughts, that demand and command an outlet. Public broadcast seems to be the preferred medium. So here we are (no relation, just an awesome song).
The drinking today was inspired by tiredness, and a long night ahead of me. And realizing that even though I made the brave move of dropping a class (and taking a full load in my ultimate seven weeks of school, instead of an overfull load), I still crave for some free time. And while I sit here filling out documents and creating relationships and thinking of presenting matter and how I've grown and evolved, the aforementioned liquid courage reminds me of one simple truth, a realization (yes ubw, a realization, not an understanding):
The only lasting happiness comes from things I produce, not from things I consume
And so in this pursuit of happyness (quite unheroically I might add, I am not quite as pretentious as my ego would present me otherwise) I continue to think about giving birth to social venture funds, and creating social enterprises for Detroit, and thinking of how to negotiate salaries and jobs, and turning around enterprises, and creating medical devices, and lastly, but most importantly, sustaining relationships, both benign and malignant.
It feels good to list it out. A visual reminder that I'm (mostly) fighting the fights still worth fighting.
