Just wanted to blog, to spew my nonsensical rants onto somewhere, to wax lyrical about opinions that matter little and affect no one.

Because at the end of the day, what's it really worth?

What really matters is money. And no, for the uninitiated, this isn't yet another lament about an increasingly mercenary society. On the contrary, this is a guy who realizes that money is indeed very important and loves having lots of it, while at the same time trying to convince everyone else that they are not attaching enough importance to the number one cause of divorces, suicides and bruised egos.

Time is money, or is it money is time? What is the true denominating currency here; the one limited factor. If you had a boundless supply of money will it buy you time? Not too likely but certainly possible, seeing how you cut out the mundane tasks of life and focus on what you really want.

Anyhow, lots of work beckon ahead as I struggle to just resolve them and sort them out. This is all adulthood for ya; your attention on matters that ultimately do not really mean much in the end.

Maybe this year will be better. Or maybe I just expect too much.

But I'll go on expecting, expecting until the future holds nothing more than contentment to expect. Because this is the right thing to do.