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Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Awesomeness


Dear Members and Constituents,
All due respect to Thomas Jefferson, I think the declaration of independence was slightly off-target when exemplifying the unalienable rights with which we are endowed. I’m speaking, of course, of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. I see the first two as incontrovertible, but take issue with the third. Happiness is felt and should be savored in the moment. It permeates the being and often comes unannounced when least expected. It comes when you are with loved ones and it comes to those engaged in things they are passionate about. You see, happiness is a byproduct, not something to be pursued. You can pursue your dreams, fame, fortune and the betterment of humanity. You can pursue a passion. You can even pursue a mate. Any of these pursuits may bring you happiness, but pursuing happiness is an empty and futile exercise. I don't suppose you can amend the Declaration of Independence, after all we've been independent for quite a while, but if you could, I might propose the third sample right be replaced by the pursuit of awesomeness.

This morning, donut boy Ed Stocker exemplifies what can happen when you pursue awesome donuts. You get a splendid selection of sweet Krispy Kreams. How will you pursue Your inalienable right to awesomeness today? Not sure? Grab a donut and mull it over. I'm sure it will inspire something.
Happy Friday!

Comments

Unknown said…
wha'? I'm cut off? tough love? cold turkey?

-Meadors
JP Gonzalez said…
Mr. Meadors, you cut yourself off rom the donuts. I've added you to the BCC so you're at least not cut-off from the missives. Cheers!

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