Idea IX: Forty Stories

Driving in the car the other day, I started thinking about the people that I know and the stories of their lives. I could write them down, but they would end up neither accurate nor complete. Even if they don’t think that their stories are interesting, they are to me. My question is how can I elicit those stories from them?

Idea X: Programming

Next time that you think that you make your own decisions, take a walk on a concrete path through a grassy area. Even if the path takes you an immensely circuitous route to your destination, and there are no “Keep off the grass signs,” you will remain on the concrete path.

Why?

Idea XI: Re-Think

A balmy day and a warm sunset can do wonders for my soul. Today, I sat on a jetty by the bay watching the bay lap so gently at the shore that it made two bleach bottles in a makeshift buoy look like two tiny people kissing,

peck…

peck…
peck…

peck…

…with only their heads visible above water.

As the reds deepened in the sky soothing my eyes, the sounds of the bay lapping at the shore soothed my ears. Not to be left out of the symphony, the wind blew off the ocean to smooth the wrinkles from my brow, while my companion, gently smiling, silently soothed my heart.

If you think that any wage can buy moments like this, think again.

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