I pause; I sip the coffee. "We are wired for pleasure--so it makes sense that we would seek that--but, when we find it, do we let it go?" "I have no clue what you´re talking about", the writer replies as he turns to look out the window in the cafe at the beach. "I want to live a life of pleasure--that´s how my mind works.  It makes sense that I would push myself...

"What happened to romance?", the writer asks. I shift in the seat; I turn my head to look out the window; I turn back to the writer. "Now, guys, treat it more like bromance when they want something--romanticism is gone.  It´s an act; it´s a aggressive demand; respectful behavior is forbidden; instead--rush in to the relationship then plateau at partners--not lovers." "I think that my girlfriend and I do it right--we walk together...

and that´s when your life is going to start." The writer shifts in his seat; how´d he know that I have been putting off buying an anniversary gift for my girlfriend? I continue speaking as I pick up the taza. "Until you get over the fear hump--the thing that you are putting off--you will be living out of fear and not love.  It´s not living--it´s existing.  It´s not happy--it´s flat-lining-" I take a sip of...

I pause; I think that I´m forgetting something. I clear my throat. "Yes", I tell the writer as I take a sip of coffee, "one more thing--forget all of these things and let them go." "But that sounds counter to say these things and then to not think about them?" "Well", I reply as I set down the taza, "you can´t balance on a unicycle if you are preoccupied with your technique." "Huh?" "Internalize." "What´s that mean?" "It means...

"What was that about?", the writer replies as he turns his head to me. "Telemarketers", I reply as I pick up my taza at the small cafe by the beach, "they keep calling--I keep having to go through the same routine everytime." "You think that they would get the point?" "You would--but they are paid to be persistent." "Anything else that you can do?" "No", I reply as I take a sip of coffee, "that´s...

"Well", he replies as he smooths his hair back, "I want to get my good side." "Writer", I reply as I adjust the aperature on the camera, "you´re not very good looking--you don´t have a good side.  Let´s just take a picture that shows that your hole did catch a penguin. Your hole building skills are top notch--but you prob shouldn´t try to pay your bills with your face." "That´s rude." "Someone needed...

"That´s interesting", he replies as he zips up his black hoodie, "so why do I have to wear a black hoodie, again?" "Solidarity." "With who?" "The penguins." "I want to be in the group of penguins." "We respect them and show them this by a simple act--wearing a black hoodie." "Do they understand what we are doing?" "Doubtful." "Well then", he replies as he reclines his seat in the spacejet, "why do we do it?" "Because if you feel...

"No", the writer replies, "just one moment--I accidently got my foot caught in my mouth." "Ain´t that the worst", I call back from the top of the hole on Planet LWMES. "I can´t hear you well", he replies as I hear scraping noises, "I´m trying to get myself right side up so I can see the way out of this hole." "I´ll wait", I reply as I pull my digitaltelephone out of my...

"I´ll say it again then", the writer replies as he leans back in his chair, "I´m not going to pay for your biscottis if you don´t give me more work." "That´s an interesting quid-pro-quo but consider the big picture--the ROI on your decision", I reply as I lean back and turn my head to look out the window, "you are throwing away a lot to preserve a little." "That´s an interesting point...

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