In the great vastness of black space that is the Universe™, I am just a speck of nothing. A piece of lint in the belly button of God or some fool behind a curtain. I am a piece of lint in the great belly button of the Universe™. Does the Universe™ have a belly button?

I may be small and insignificant in the great scheme of reality TV shows and meteors and freak storms, but I’m a mighty man in my own mind.

And that’s all that matters.

Are you a mighty being in your own mind?

Do you compare yourself with belly button lint or with a great majestic skyscraper?

Do you have dreams of scaling the tallest mountain in the world?

Or do you just want to sit in a café and drink a mochaccino?

Either way, go for it.

Trust your gut, or something inside you that says, “Hey! I, too, can climb the highest mountain. And if I just want to drink a mochaccino in a coffee joint, then so be it…I’m a free being.”

And then go about doing it.

All of which goes to say, the mind is a terrible thing to waste. That was an old anti-drug commercial tagline from the 1970’s.

So don’t waste your mind worrying about the dishes or the taxes or the freak storms. Go for it. Jump through the hoops in your mind and get that cappuccino. Wait, I said mochaccino. Sorry. It’s early. I’m still getting gassed up on the joe.

Sometimes we try and think positive thoughts but we just want to curse out that fool driver who cut us off on the road.

And that’s ok. You can pause your loving, higher thoughts for a moment. Curse out the driver. Let it out. Get out all your frustrations. Behind closed windows, of course.

Then go back to visualizing world peace and the end of freak storms.

We don’t need no more freak storms. I don’t care if it’s global warming, a cold front gone berserk or just the random whim of Mother Nature on a bad day.

No more freak storms. No more floods. No more fires. No more earthquakes. Down with earthquakes. Volcanos erupting are cool to watch on social media, but for the poor people living downwind from a lava flow, I don’t care for volcanos either.

If we could just live in glass houses and eat salads made from hydroponically-grown lettuce and tell each other loving things, we’d all be all right.

There is an old saying I made up yesterday; it goes like this:

Leap and the net will appear. If it doesn’t, next time wear a helmet.

You have to take risks in your life, regardless of idiot drivers, freak storms or bad cappuccino in a conglomerate coffee joint.

You have to move on.

You may only be belly button lint in the belly button of the great creator (or some fool behind a curtain)--or you may be just another speck of dust in third eye of the Universe™.

But you still gotta go to the bathroom and avoid freak storms.

And stay away from lava, it’s very hot…

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