Drugs and woodworking.

My soup only yearns for pizza, weed & wings. I order accordingly.

I play music. I sit silently and think. I read. I watch and listen to things.

I try to make things when I feel a yearning or emptiness. Baking, painting, writing, anything that I can make with my hands.

And drugs of course.

I generally attempt to create offspring and then seek a surrogate when it inevitably fails

Sometimes I open the hearts of all living things and let their true nature out

Stick some potatoes in the ground and watch them turn into more potatoes

Some days all I do is watch the sky

drugs

I’m taking a page from Buddhists by purposefully refusing to fill up that yearning. Not like I could do it anyways, I have no friends and no money and barely any family or time.

what kind of yearning are we talking about?

yearning for purpose? for love? for a certain lifestyle?

Food or dopamine depending on the kind of yearning

I do things that make my soul whole. Like spend time with my kids and just absolutely fuck around on a computer terminal. The soul does not need money, nor power, nor standardized progress of any kind.

Lots of hope honestly I suppose, still, somehow. Working on music, spacing out to music, reading, cycling, basking in the sun or staring at the clouds, watching what the animals are doing, a bit jealous of their simple life, cooking up a good meal, psychedelics (though not so much lately), weed, gratitude everyday.