Friday (today) is a good day to finish out a month like this, a month with a goal. It's a clean-cut ending on the final work-day of the week.

How I wish to have done more this month. I'm wishing too much, because life doesn't live off wishes but wants, wants so strong they bust blockades, like a weed pushing up through concrete.

A wish is an embryonic want, a want in the womb. A wish has not yet breathed the air, as a want has. A want sucks in the air, sucks and sucks and sucks, until it stands up and tackles the world.

A want is a drive before the destination. A want has an extended life. A want grows. A want powers through dark, dreary chambers, again, like the weed that finds a way from under the damp cement. A want seeks life and leaves, to be green.

A seed germinated wants to grow. A seed dormant is a wish still.

What kind of seed am I? What kind of dreams are mine? Dreams that remain unseen? Or dreams spoken, written, that have busted out of their silent state?

A dream turns into a wish; turns into a want; turns into a life lived; an extension of sweat, perseverance, deliberateness, hope and drive.

Wants drive life.

Life leads to goals.

Have a good life, Eugene. Go after your wants, as passion goes after its lover.


Friday July 31, 2026   09:52 AM