“Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.”

I wrote a blog on another website. The rules of that website require that the material hasn’t been posted anywhere else on the internet. That website also pays a little bit of money for the number of reads you get and how many people like your writing. I will post a link as soon as it has been approved. It has some serious updates on my life (without the cursing).

If you want to read about it, check in tomorrow.

Thanks,

Beans™

PS…you can tell I’m not one of the ones MJ was talking about in the last blog, although my anxiety is through the roof. Sorry to shoot your hypothesis all to pieces, MJ. —————————————————————–

Without further ado:

http://www.authspot.com/Journals/Spread-Love-Everywhere-You-Go-Let-No-One-Ever-Come-to-You-Without-Leaving-Happier.172587

“When the fight begins within himself, a man’s worth something.”

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car your drive
You are not your fucking khakis

If I’m not my job, then I don’t know what the fuck I am. My life seems so empty, really. Sometimes I enjoy life. Sometimes, it seems like a complete waste. I know what you’re thinking; “Beans is having a bad day.” No. Not really. It’s been a pretty good day.

I guess I’m just not satisfied. All life is, is a few years of working, and the few people that you touch? It’s just “living”? Go to bed. Wake up. Scatter around, trying to stay afloat. Eat a little, drink a little, go back to bed. Am I just morbid?

When life is over, I’d like to be remembered by someone other than my friends and family. Damn it, I want to make a difference. I just don’t know how.

Today I picked up a hitchhiker. I usually don’t, but for some reason I just had to stop. I was on the inside lane, and there was traffic in the other lane, so I pulled over probably 1/4 of a mile ahead of him, and rearranged the contents of my truck so he’d fit. He walked up towards the back of the truck and to the driver’s side window, as if he was going to keep on walking. I said, “Man, you want a ride? It’s kind of warm out there.” He, in an “I don’t care one way or another” manner said, “Sure, man. I’d take a ride.” I asked where he was heading. “About 3 miles up the road.” This guy didn’t smell bad. He didn’t look great. He hadn’t shaved in about 2 or 3 days, but his hair was sticking all out in different directions from underneath his baseball cap. “How far have you been walking?”, I asked. “About 7 miles.”, he replied. “Jesus, man. That’s a pretty long hike, huh?”, I said as I noticed sweat beaded up on his forearms. We chatted a bit about his shoes. They’ve worn longer than any pair he’s ever had. They just got a hole in them yesterday. He paid $25 for them at Wal-Mart. They’ve worn better than any of the 5 or 6 name-brand shoes that he mentioned, but I can’t remember their names. I recognized their brand-names as pretty decent shoes, though. Much more expensive than $25. “I’ve had them since I’ve been homeless,” he said, non-nonchalantly. He’s been staying with a family for awhile now. “Where are you working,” I asked. Apparently, he just walks up and down the highway everyday, hoping opportunity is going to come his way. Poor shit. He motioned where for me to drop him off; I stopped and he put on his backpack and headed across the road. I drove on down the road without even looking in the rear view mirror. I hope the guy gets picked up by a millionaire tomorrow, and he leaves him loads of money.

I only had $4 in my pocket. If I was rich, I’d have gave him a lot of cash.

-Beans™