What do you think my life would be like if I gave up everything I owned and kept only the clothes on my back and a guitar. I would then go on to become a street performer and my only source of income would be the pennies and loose change I receive from the commuters going back and forth from one place to another, living their busy lives and counting time in currency. 

When my pennies add up to enough, then I might get me some chicken nuggets. I love chicken nuggets. They make me happy. 

And so does my music. So I'll return to it. Do you think that I would worry less or more? If more, then maybe about more important things? If less, then thank heavens. 

I could sleep in a box on the street. I sleep like a log irrespective of where I am. I don't think that an alleyway would pose a challenge or threat. But a wild alley cat might. Or a mugger. But who would mug a homeless person though? What would I have of any value except maybe my guitar? 

Remind me to take along a pair of socks and a shawl. I hear the nights can get pretty chilly but then I could watch the open sky and stars uninterrupted. 

Wouldn't that be just beautiful? 

Also remind me to get a guitar. And to learn how to play one. 

Then I'll be on my way. 

J.