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  The marathon continues.      Another week has arrived. Monday Funday, baby. The never-ending rollercoaster called life. It truly is a rat-race, when you sit down and think about it. Always on the go, always chasing after something that doesn’t exist. Spending your life running around, trying to collect pieces of paper because you believe they’ll buy you freedom. More like free-dumb. Seriously. How can anybody still believe it anymore?      I sometimes think about a great piece I read once by a professor from a University in Canada. They basically said that, all those who say we should tear down society and dismantle it, have never lived in another form of rule other than the one they know. Which is true. I’ve never lived in a communist country. I’ve never had to fight, steal or starve for food. Capitalism is the only structure I have ever spent my life within, seeing as I was born into it. However, I still believe there is something more. I still sta...

  Dearly Beloved,                         W e are gathered here today to celebrate this thing called life.      Another week in the books. Mark it down. 7 days have come, and 7 days have passed. The sands of time continue forward, regardless of what we do with them. The flow never stops, like a river heading to the ocean. Things may come in between it, but it will never slow it down. Time is inevitable.        As per usual, Sunday’s are a great time to spend reflecting on the 7 days which have passed. Did you accomplish all that you set out to achieve? Were you able to complete all the tasks you assigned yourself from the week before? Did you move with such ferocity and intensity, that the world itself could not help but bend to your own will? Or did you sit around all day, making excuses? Did you bitch and moan, about how everything was unfair and impossible? Did you do anythin...

     Another Day, Another Dollar.      Another Week, Another Buck. We made it thru another 7 days of torture, to finally see the sun rise again. What a journey it’s been, let me tell you.      By now, the pattern seems to suggest that Sunday’s are for reflection. Taking time out of your day, to look back on the week that was. To analyze all that you’ve done, and to understand what else there is to do. To celebrate, to ponder, and to plan. The reality is, we’re all in this together- and the journey ain’t over just yet. The marathon continues- so you better have your shoes tied up tight.      Most of the week seems to fly by, when you look at it in the rearview mirror. I suppose that is the gift of hindsight, 20/20 vision. The reality is, when you’re stuck within it- things can be a never-ending battle. At least, that is how it feels most of the time. All the workouts, the cardio, the dieting, the chipping and grinding away at do...