its all about impulse control for me these days
life is a collection of impulses
synapses firing,
 neurons recieving these bursts of energy and sending them along the way
axons dendrites
alotta shit i know very little about except for the fact thats ITS ELECTRIC
pulses of electricity coursing thru this sack of water
this sack of water that is experiencing this particular slice of the cosmic joke

life equals impulses
control the impulses to control your life
set your destiny
set your sails

in past times when i have a pocket full of loot and a shitty job im moving on
as billy joel sings "if thats moving up then im moooving on"
and "you cant drive a car with a broken back, at least you can polish the fender"

the dalai lama says find joy in every moment
so i sought out to find joy at work
today as i unlocked the door to the breakroom i whistled at the grackle
he lives in a hole in the wall in a space created by our construction team behind some plywood
he popped his head out to see who was talkin grackle this morning
he flew to the wire and looked all around
i whistled again, his head pivoted thusly and so
his partner joined him on the wire and it looked like they excahnged grackle plesantries, beak to beak with little chirps, fluttering next to each other on the wire
i hit him with the secondary grackle greeting
the quick building high note that dies out longer and lower
the grackle started doing his strut thing and started chiping and crackling wings fluffing out proudly almost like one of those breakdance moves where the arms are thrust back and low and the body is thrust forward
i can only do the greetings
im learning the crackles and short chirps but cant do both yet
but damn if that grackle dindt put me in a great mood from then on finding joy at work was easy