Joyful trucking high on life

It’s hilarious when I was so high on life to had fulfilled a dream of trucking and such an adventure of a lifetime that I could just do this until I am dead probably dying in my sleep or something in the bonker.

And now, because of my joy even still having barely enough to even survive and yet, somehow this fulfilled dream has taught me so many lessons that now I just sit back reflect and laugh.

But, now since I don’t have such responsibilities of this most dangerous career I can have a beer 🍺🍻 or two and some medical cannabis.

I mean come on for some reason I denied that marijuana wasnt a good thing and now oh it’s more beautiful 🀩 as it just like making something so perfect and making it even more perfect.

I know it’s amazing of a contradiction but so is finding humor in tragedy and writing and telling what we call comedy.

So laugh until it hurts and smoke a joint or two and laugh again until it hurts and repeat for 50 plus more years and just have fun and find joy and laugh and be peaceful and show unconditional love not expecting more in return. Because expecting more in return from a love bombing technique is what we call “Indian giving.” And that my friends is how people walk away and perhaps a war starts because the “Indian giver,” wanted more from the Indians that what was even asked of.

And what was it that these Indian givers wanted but couldn’t ask for? That’s for another blog or maybe even a book.

Smile cause ur worth it πŸ’—πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜

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