Confetti: (n) small pieces of colored paper thrown during a celebration

Becoming overly philosophical is a good way to end up staying home, watching a lot of “Me TV” and eating Cheetos.

On the other hand, having no philosophy is how we end up with the world we have.

There is a correct amount of empathy we human beings need muster, produce or manufacture to make us of any value to others.

I am not an empath–but I have taught myself to be aware that for every action there is a reaction, and that retaliation is always equal in force and opposite in direction.

It’s not so much “what goes around comes around,” but instead, “what goes around just keeps going around.”

So when I watch old footage of parades through the streets of New York City, honoring the astronauts who just returned from the moon or the Boston Red Sox winning the World Series, and I see all the confetti flying through the air, I always stop for a moment and envision myself wearing a dark blue jumpsuit with the words “City Sanitation” stitched on the back … glumly pushing a broom.

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