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megastir
Mega means big or large
stir because I like to mix it up
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Thursday, October 30, 2003 :::
Once upon a time there was a young Canadian freestyle skier. He parlayed his modest ski talent into a series of coaching jobs that took him all over the great mountain ranges of North America and payed a salary of cash money. He decided to use that money to finance a higher education at his local bilingual university.
And so he did.
After the winter was over and he'd written his exams he decided to take his remaining cash and travel to the wonderfull tropical island of Oahu in the hawaiian island chain.
And so he did.
While there he began to use an amusing craft called a windsurfer in the splendid wind and waves that grace that magic isle. This new sport of surfsailing led him to a special beach where fell in love with a beautifull girl. That summer was exceptional he had found a job, fell in love and enjoyed that wonderous new sport. However the summer was soon over and skiing and school beckoned for all the little boys and girls of the islands.
Soon he was back in the mountains and the classroom plotting and working for another summer in the tropics.
And so he did.
His tropical summers become longer and longer till one day he was no longer interested in going back to his frozen north land. He wondered what it would be like to stay with his true love. It was then that a very bad thing happened.
He realized that with out skiing he had very little money, and the bad men who ran the tropical paradise were not to friendly about the young skier staying on at work in Hawaii. So the young fellow decided it best to return to his home to build a stake to start his grown up life.
And so he did.
Problem was his cautious nature displeased his true love. And after he left things began to change. He realized the error of his ways but his actions had spoken for themselves and now he was alone.
And so he was.
He threw himself into his work and became a slave to the material world. He aquired all the things that he thought would make hime happy, houses, cars, cottages, boats, trucks, but none of it did. He became a worker bee, a pawn in the capitalistic world around him. He soon lost his youthfull exuberence beaten down by years of 9-5. He no longer felt he could just abandon caution to the wind and chase the dreams that he had inside his head.
He soon realized what had happened and he began to think long and hard about happiness and how to achieve it. He decided that he had to find happiness in wanting what he had. Not the toys, but the people he had in his life. For in fact he realized that true happiness is not in things, but in enjoying the time you have with the ones you love. You must live each moment like it might be your last. You never know when the decisions you make might change your life forever.
And so he did.
::: posted by Mega at 5:57 AM
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