I agree with sduude about this post bringing out the best in the piggies, but I have a different wrinkle. I see a lot less anger on this site and feel less myself. The bubble frustrated us, it was like we were caught in a bad dream, we all knew something was wrong but nobody would listen. Then the election came and brought anger and distraction. Now that logic is slowly returning to the market, we are starting to find peace, with our world and each other. I cherish the calming posts by Enorah, Temeku and Ca renter and others, how they mention nature, zen, yoga, etc. it caused me to crack open my Lao Tzu and remind myself that an imperfect and sometimes chaotic world is actually what is supposed to happen and there is beauty in imperfection. Horrible storms, floods and fires always result in regrowth and rebirth, it is the way of things, realizing it is normal to have cycles is the key. The last cycle was like a year that winter never came, summer went on too long and it freaked us out, winter showed up and with a vengence but at least it came and we feel better that the seasons have returned. Now that greed seems to be taking a back seat to happiness, I am optimistic about our world, these times may not be that bad at all (I have never met anyone who lived through the great depression that I didn’t think benefited from the experience). The original poster is not unlike any of us with worries about the future, stocks, housing and interest rates, while we gave him advice on choosing happiness and health over wealth, we were actually giving ourselves that advice because our views are slowly and collectively changing. All of you have had an effect on my own well being during the bad dream phase so let me take this opportunity to thank each of you and wish you a very Happy New Year, not neccesarily a prosperous one or a lucky one but a Happy one.
p.s. this philisophical diatribe was written without the assistance of wine so forgive my transgression, it is a direct result of the 40 minute “mental yoga” that i performed courtesy of a 1990 vintage rocky patel cigar, further evidence of my cigar mental reset theory.
