So.
I'm not famous. Not even a lit bit. And I'm most certainly not rich.
But I am a writer. I write every day. And I publish just about every day, too. And I have readers. I'm not sure how many, but at least a few. And in addition to my every day writing on my blog, I have also written novels, short stories, poems, plays, songs and reviews. And have self-published all of those. And published published a few short stories, poems, and reviews.
And I have enough money that, at the age of 60, I don't have to work.
If I had more money, I would probably have a bigger house. But the truth is that the house I currently live in is bigger than I need.
If I had more money, I would probably have a fancier car. But the truth is, I kind of love my current car (a black 2016 Honda Civic).
So I guess I don't really need to be any richer than I already am.
And I guess I don't really need to be any more famous than I already am.
And I do not have a beautiful woman at the moment, I'll admit, but I have had several of them in my life. And while there was great joy (and true love) to be had there, to be honest there was also great limitation and frustration and heartache, and these days I must say that I am very happy not to be involved in a romantic relationship, not to have to compromise on everything that happens every single day of my life.
And though I certainly have greatly enjoyed sex in my day, I have to say that these days I am just as happy not having sex. It seems like an awful lot of trouble to go to just to have a little orgasm which I can much more easily have all by myself.
So.
I'm living the dream, man.
Thanks, God. I guess it really DID all work out after all.
Though I feel compelled to admit that I am really drunk right now, so all of these statements are subject to review in the cold morning light.
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