Update

Now that I am no longer injecting insulin, the glucose (sugar) level(s) are good. It took a little work get to this point, as I watch what and how much I eat, and that’s a good thing, as it works out in my favor.

When I was diagnosed and told that I have type 2 diabetes, it made me think, which I did a lot of, I was not going to let it get the best of me, that I was going to give it a good kick in the ass, along with quitting smoking, to make myself healthier, and be happy about it. The end result, it worked.

This Is Your Life!

“I see so many fools in this world that sometimes I could just go home and cry about what people do to themselves Hey, wake up, wake up, look here! Think a minute, think a minute. This is your life! You got, what, ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty years here, and you gonna be gone.'”
~ J. California Cooper, Playwright ~ B: November 10, 1931 – D: September 20. 2014
FaceBook post from Sep 02, 2012

Thoughts From A Tired Mind

hot searing sun
broiling the desert
not a house
or any building
to be seen
for as far
as the eye can see
carcasses of long
ago dead animals
litter the ground
rattle snakes hissing
scorpions and black
widows crawling
seeking to bite
and deposit their
deadly venom
no water to be found
not an ideal place
to spend time in
such is life
in the desert

Voting ~ David Foster Wallace

“In reality, there is no such thing as not voting: you either vote by voting, or you vote by staying home and tacitly doubling the value of some Diehard’s vote.”
~ David Foster Wallace, Novelist ~ B: February 21, 1962 – D: September 12, 2008
“Up, Simba!”. Essay by David Foster Wallace, September 2000.

All the world Began With A Yes

“All the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. But before prehistory there was the prehistory of the prehistory and there was the never and there was the yes. It was ever so. I don’t know why, but I do know that the universe never began.
Make no mistake, I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort.”
~ Clarice Lispector, Writer ~ 1920 – 1977

Wondering Evermore

out the door
with the
backpack
containing
only with
the basics
of necessities
in order to
find
seek/
search/
and/or locate
the meaning
of truth
that is
does it
truly exist
or is it
a figment
of our
collective
imagination
if so
then can
we say
that the
human race
is living
in a world
of fantasy
will i/we/us
ever figure
it out