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В детстве очень нравился бисквит Wagon Wheels, наверное, это первый раз, когда что-то понравилось из-за рекламы 😄 Помню, что вкус у шоколада был отменный, а ещё эта мягкая прослойка, ммм... 🤤 А потом можно было из вкладыша в обертке собрать картонную повозку, прям как на ранчо в диком западе. А подъезжая к Долине смерти, встречаешь эти ожившие декорации из детства. / As a child, I really liked the Wagon Wheels cake, which is probably the first time something liked because of the commercials 😄 I remember that the taste of chocolate was excellent, and this soft layer, umm ... 🤤 And then you can build a cardboard wagon from the insert in the wrapper, just like on a ranch in the wild west. And approaching the Death Valley, you meet these revived scenery from childhood.
I’m trying to do a most very difficult thing—change. I grew a beard to change the bottom half of my face; I grew my hair to change the top. I bought a new cologne: bergamot orange scent. I hung up my suit, tie and slacks. Bought jeans, boots, shirts with patterns, shirts with Mao collars, colored T-shirts, socks with printed pineapples and even a khaki tactical vest full of pockets—I’m now on the spectrum between business casual and plain old casual. Clothes, however, do not actually make the man. To paraphrase Thoreau: these changes are but a thousand hackings at leaves instead of a single striking at the root. Stephen Covey suggests, “We see the world, not as it is, but as we are──or, as we are conditioned to see it.” Therefore, life experience conditions who I am, like decades of wind and rain shape rock. If suddenly—without warning—BOOM—a bomb goes off just now just right over there I would react instinctively by either running or hiding or crying or freezing or helping. I don’t know which. I can pretend to know what I would do. But in the end, I would do whatever…I…would do, according to how my character has been conditioned. If I want to see a different world; I’ll need to see a different me. But change occurring only from the influence of external conditions is passive and lacks self-determination. I don’t want to be shaped by unintentional forces of wind and rain, but by Rodin’s chisel, purposefully sculpting and hewing according to a vision of what lay within the rock. So, I start with a vision of the man I want to be. Like an actor, I imagine this man’s motivations and values and when confronted with a choice ask: what would this man do?—then do it. When I become distracted and begin to stay, these values grasp hold and pull me back inside the temple of my future self.