Ephesians 2:12 That at that time ye were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope, and without God in the world.
Recent events are reminders that even though it would appear no one is at the helm, someone is faithfully manning the fifty cal. Everyone seems to be in the trough of the sine wave lately, including myself. I have been deeply depressed this Indian summer; fed up with females, disenfranchised with nightlife, and broke. Months past I was riding the wave of success, wasting plentiful money, and sluggishly continuing my advance. Now I find myself in the dregs. I didn’t go to the gym one time last week, I can’t recall the last week when this was so.
My family has experienced some specific gravitational agony bringing us all closer albeit not rendering any solutions. I have returned to dual employment status at the cusp of financial ruin, hard to imagine as my bottom line was ballooning in months past how the ink is now so bleak. Donald Trump, in an effort to raise money for one of his new casinos offered junk bonds with extremely low security in hopes that investors would purchase on the whim of his merit. Needless to say they made millions and just like Wesley Snipes would say “Always bet on black!”
I’m coming back in a big way 2006-2007 is to be the year of my reincarnation. With some considerable steam billowing into the pocket of my hot air balloon like 33 credits in two semesters on the way to 50 in three. I’ve realized that the root of my financial trouble is not merely rooted in lack of self-discipline, but the larger affliction of poor planning. Financial success is solely shifting into the crosshairs that inhabit the apex of my goals, whatever the means.
They say if you take big risks life is much more interesting. I say it is time for some risky business.