“I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.” —Henry Miller from Tropic of Cancer I want to write a bit today about creative poverty. You might be aware that I am at the beginning of a year long project to reduce my expenses so I can figuratively refrain from paying federal (and state) income tax. I also want to express to my partner (as well as the world at large) that over-consumption is a quicker path to death than balancing on the tight rope of a hand-to-mouth existence. I want to share my experience because I believe it’s working better than I had imagined it would. Already doors are opening and it’s just the start of the third week. Sparks of contentment are lighting inside me. A revisiting of youth, those eager heart feelings, the jump and jitter in the present that expects every tomorrow to come even better than yesterday.
The Happiest Sad Man Alive
The Happiest Sad Man Alive
The Happiest Sad Man Alive
“I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.” —Henry Miller from Tropic of Cancer I want to write a bit today about creative poverty. You might be aware that I am at the beginning of a year long project to reduce my expenses so I can figuratively refrain from paying federal (and state) income tax. I also want to express to my partner (as well as the world at large) that over-consumption is a quicker path to death than balancing on the tight rope of a hand-to-mouth existence. I want to share my experience because I believe it’s working better than I had imagined it would. Already doors are opening and it’s just the start of the third week. Sparks of contentment are lighting inside me. A revisiting of youth, those eager heart feelings, the jump and jitter in the present that expects every tomorrow to come even better than yesterday.