I think I’ve finally gotten to the point in life where I no longer require anything.
(Food, shelter, clothing notwithstanding)
I am blessed enough to have a family, friends, a dope-ass home in a friendly neighborhood, my health, and enough stupid little toys to make a Buddhist… well, do nothing, because Buddhists are nonjudgemental.
This doesn’t mean I don’t want things. ‘cause anyone who knows me knows I love stuff.
But I think the things I want, the things I really want, only hone the things I already have.
This is true of my life as a whole.