One day I woke up and realised my life was on rails, and I needed a change. Having gone through my options – and watched kungfu panda – I decided to be taoist. It sounded cool and seemed a nice, sensible, easy way to live – basically a philosophy tailormade for lazy people like me. So i thought I’d give it a go.
Now it’s quite clear, I’m not Mr Miyagi, or the Dalai Lama, or Splinter from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (I guess these references really give away my age…).
I am in fact, the worst Taoist in the world.
Join me, as I try to become zen/have a meaningful life/stop having a mini-stroke every time I go to the baggage carousel at an airport. Who knows I might learn something worth sharing, worst case you can just laugh and be glad you’re not me.
PS. The comments I make in this blog are not a claim that I know anything more than anyone else about life. They’re not a statement about religion or a sermon about how you should live. Please don’t get angry at me, angry religious types.
Oh – and one more thing. If you’re at all interested in writing. Or listening to me talk about writing. Then feel free to check out my attempt to write a novel on DougTriesToWrite.wordpress.com