Tim Myers - The Good life

"Life is beautiful its true.When I balance what I do and enjoy the world in front of me" - Tim Myers

I found myself sitting at my parents place this weekend without motivation, just sitting there being selfish and relaxing with no distractions. The past few months I had been on auto-pilot and managed to grow an awesome beard. I say awesome cause growing a beard is something asian people are not able to do successfully, my beard wasn't great by any standards but it was frickin awesome. Those that saw it gave my praise and those who found it weird, they were just jealous

Saturday night, I hooked up with a buddy for games, which we hadn't done in ages( playing games with him is awesome. He's just like me, but he's much more gifted with the paddle then I am) During our session we begin talking about stuff and I find that he's still hung up on this decision that I thought was resolved. Looking back, each time we play games he proceeds to tell me the same thing, I claim ignorance because each time the variables change, but the equation stays the same. I find it easier for me to let him stare down two roads than suggest any, because any suggestion I make is met with an impenetrable force of ego that I don't think I'll ever want to crack. Add that my suggestions are met with deaf ears so I don't bother. Through the discussion my own decisions come into question and I started to wonder if I really made the right choice when I was faced with them. thinking about it now I KNOW those choices I made are right because that's what life is. A series of choices and each choice you make you believe to be right for the circumstance. Before I went to bed that night I said a little prayer for him hoping he would see that the whatever decision he makes will be right and having second thoughts will further him down a spiral of what if's and could of beens.

I've been growing this beard the better part of 2.5 months and it has served me well, but last night after my parents went to bed, I was sitting on the couch admiring my beard when I started thinking of why I grew this thing in the first place and I couldn't remember why other than just wanting to see if my genetics would allow me to grow one. With that out of the way, I began noticing that I had been completley content with this thing on my face, something I said I did not want to be, I never wanted to be content with my job, my weight, my awesomeness, my life I wanted to keep moving. So I shaved my beard, which made me a little sad but I knew it was right. Seeing my boyish good looks in the mirror made me happy and motivated again, one of the best decisions I've made in 09.