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My life is a litmus test - Deep South Ventures

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I’m never quite sure what pursuits might strike my fancy; so I’ll try most anything & study it like a litmus test. Toss that shit into a petry dish, stir it up, & dip my awareness into it.  what     color     did     that     thing     turn? I won’t know until I try. Studying it won’t get me anywhere. If I asked someone’s opinion, I’d be in the same spot. The only way is if I dip that thing down into the slurry. Then wait & see how I respond. I used to think my preferences were well defined & concrete. You wanna know what? Over the years, I’ve learned I’m wrong most of the time. And I also learned most preferences have lifespans. I had some when I was younger, and then they evaporated away. Then I witnessed them evolve into new ones. Ones that I would have never anticipated. Like farming. Or ranching. Or coastal living (versus city or mountain). I only discovered those cause I began to tinker with my inner-nature. Tossing shit at it and witnessing the outcome. It now seems silly for me

I’m never quite sure what pursuits might strike my fancy; so I’ll try most anything & study it like a litmus test. Toss that shit into a petry dish, stir it up, & dip my awareness into it. what color did that thing turn? I won’t know until I try. Studying it won’t get me anywhere. If I asked someone’s opinion, I’d be in the same spot. The only way is if I dip that thing down into the slurry. Then wait & see how I respond. I used to think my preferences were well defined & concrete. You wanna know what? Over the years, I’ve learned I’m wrong most of the time. And I also learned most…

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