Eat Tacos, Listen to Reggae. ✌️


I'll never tell people what to do. However, I do feel compelled to offer a perspective that may be relevant or may be duck tit bonkers. I don't know either way but that's for the universe to decide. But here goes.

You will not have the "last word" on social media. You will not "win" an argument with a stranger online. You may have a background of decades in a specific discipline and multiple reputable sources to support your claim. Despite that cred in your back pocket, all that is needed by the opponent in the debate is one source. One. The reason for that is they don't want to open up to a new perspective. They just want to be comfortable in their belief system. If one source - no matter how questionable - justifies their opinion, their heels are dug in to that thin strand of information that supports them. That's where their comfort lies. And really can you blame them? We're all looking for some small corner of security these days.

So why waste your time? Go do that thing you like. Whether it's with knitting needles, paint brushes, a watering can, a guitar even...😁

It may be a cliche but life really is short. You know how the snow looks when you drive against the wind in a storm? That's life racing over your roof. Time is precious, don't waste a second.

Eat tacos, listen to reggae. ✌️

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