Emptybottle.org: What's It All About, Alfie?

I have operated on a few simple principles for more than two decades now, with good success.

First, do no harm. Or as little as possible.
Second, do not suffer fools or Bad People. They will rob you of your life.
Third, make choices with an eye to minimize future regret. In other words, imagine you were on your deathbed looking back - live your life to make that old bastard as peaceful as possible about dying.
Fourth, learn and wander. We may or may not be hairless monkeys, but there is wisdom out there. It may be an evil world, but there is beauty. Find it.

There is no meaning -- in anything -- but what our minds create. To search for meaning is to make the same mistake as those who search for happiness : both meaning and happiness are mental constructs superimposed by your mind on top of the actual conditions of your life. Seeking them in externals will drive you mad if you're smart, or guarantee you failure if you're persistent.

I wrote that in response to an AskMe question, almost 5 years ago, and had completely forgotten it until tonight, when I noticed that it had been favorited out of the blue, all these years later. The question was "Do you know what you want out of life? How do you know? How did you figure it out?"

I've been angry and silent lately, at least in terms of my own writing. I've been doing all sorts of other stuff online, sure. Built and run my own busy community over here, a bunch of other stuff. But I've decided tonight that I need to start stringing those words together again, laugh and glare ironically and textually dance on the graves and all, and tamp that anger down, or at least direct it productively, before I become the kind of old bastard I've always hated. I have no choice about getting old, but I do have a choice about what kind of old man I become.

Ain't makin' no promises, mind you. But maybe it's time to write some stuff again, and widen that circle out, again, a little.

'Cause what the world needs now is another active blogger. Like I need a hole in my head.