I'm back.

At this very moment, my nose is stuffed up, my mind feels cloudy, and every part of my body aches. I have a flu, or some other sickness, who knows.

In spite of all this, I'm very satisfied. I'm happy. At this moment in time.

Why? I have a resolve. A new commitment to myself. I'm ready to pursue happiness once again. Our forefathers weren't joking about that shit. We have the right to the "pursuit of happiness". I sound like an inane motivational speaker, I know. But I just came to this realization just now.

Mr. J, you've come to the intense self cognizance that you desire to be alive, upbeat, convivial, all of the above! What are you going to do now?

The answer to that is, I'm going to move. LA, NY, UK. I've got to make a choice. Leaning towards NY or UK. LA is like a back-up. But who uses their back up anyway? Unless something terribly wonderful/horrible happens, I don't see myself moving to a place that requires me to own an automobile.

So now I must think. Think think think. Hmm, well World, I'll get back to you.

P.S. The photo included with this post has no particular significance other than it is awesome.