Shhh. I am the Presidentess of a secret island nation. My country is so advanced, we have long rid ourselves of health issues, power struggles, arms races ('cause arms don't race that fast), animal abuse, and, of course, bacon. Now is not the time to withhold all that I know, and so I blog.
The pursuit of perfection has killed thousands every year since the first Who Can Swim Farthest in a Toga competition on the shores of the Aegean. Always interesting deaths I have to say, though the ol’ heart attack has become a little passé. Death by energy drinks, cell phone brain tumors or dehydration from the Mozambique desert ultra marathon is the newest must-have instant knock-out.
David Beckham just needs to walk up a hill and watch the sunset. Then, come down with eyes like dinner plates; produce a neat scratch on his forehead. He will tell the story that was ‘downloaded’ to him by an interstellar being who also happened to be on the hill watching the sunset.
Do you remember Gorbachev? Russian President from the ‘80’s? He brought down the wall between East and West Germany. Ended the cold war. Why? Because he practiced yoga every day.
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How can I make the right decisions in life? Do I take the job? Or move to that town? Should I be a doctor, an artist or Magic Mike? Should I marry or be modern and fancy-free? Do I buy into the material dream and strive for the large house, boat, holidays abroad, and so on? People seem to make critical decisions easily, but I’m beginning to suspect that they are all faking.
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