Saint-Émilion

Here I sit, listening to the chirping of the birds. A calico cat meandering around, brushing gently on my ankle.

The vineyards off in the distance. Starlink beaming HD quality internet to my lap top.

The mornings are cool and quiet.

The evenings peaceful.

Inbetween is work. Something about the distance contextualizes the whole thing. 

My boss, the CEO, is somewhere on the west coast right now.

He’ll be in Denmark for the month of August.

“I’m Jealous”, he responded, when I told him where I was. Sure he can be a dick. Or I thought. I’ve learned he’s just direct. Life is easier that way. The shortest path to truth… Might be a little painful if you’re not adjusted to it.

It expedites the quickest path to the best reality, though.

His values are what matter – life is meant to be lived and savored… every sip of it, just like a fine wine or a hot cup of french press with beans sourced from the misty hills of Ethiopia. 

“This wine is too good for toast drinking my dear. You can’t toast drink with a wine like that. You’ll lose the taste”

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The world is changing. Some say for the worse. But didn’t “some” always say that? 

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My friend Scott sent me pictures of his new child. “Why are you in Bordeaux?” He asked. 

He used to know. I don’t know where he lost the answer. 

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It’s so easy to get wrapped up in the stuff that doesn’t matter. 

It’s so easy to think that a hit of molly and 5 drinks are what it means to enjoy life. 

Who am I to say, though.

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Protect your peace at all cost. Keep the vision. Know when to stop. Doing nothing is more powerful than doing something a lot of the time.

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