Welcome to, and thank you for visiting, my blog.

My name is Swifty… And…This space is simply a place where i can share and create pieces that I hope, in some way, will help men everywhere.

I am part of a group of fantastic men,who all love women… And as much as they love women, they all feel as if women deserve the best men… that men can be.  The group i am involved with www.departmentofhigherliving.com, is about that. Becoming the best men we can be. We want to live exceptional lives… We dont want mediocrity… We want brilliance… And that is, what we are about…

Now…I am on a journey, and I hope to take you with me. Its about learning, living and experiencing. I want to learn to be a better man, I want to live a fascinating life and I want to experience all that  is beautiful.

That’s what its about. That’s why im here. I hope you enjoy my blog as much as I enjoy crafting it.

S.

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I heard this story about one man and his memories the other day… And it had an amazing effect on how i want to live my life.It touched me so deeply, that i thought I’d share it for you guys.

This is a one act, one man play. The man is 79 years old. In this play there is just a table sitting in the middle of the room with a light on it. And this old man is walking in and he is scowling and scratching himself, wandering in. He then sits down at this table, and he picks up a box of tapes from underneath the table and places them on top. These tapes are recordings of himself… One tape for every year he has been a live. Every year since the old man could talk, he recorded a message on his birthday into the tape recorder. And in this box he sat in front of, he had every single tape he had recorded.

he’s 79, and he’s scowling looking at this box of tapes and looking around and you know looking at the tapes… he starts rummaging through the box of tapes and picks one out of the box… and places it in the tape player…. He pushes play and he hears himself at 39 years old. Hes now 79… and he’s listening to himself and he’s like listening to his voice, that is obviously him, and the voice is talking about all the things that happened in the last year and he’s talking about listening to the tapes when he was in his 20’s and he was laughing on the tape and the old man, who was listening to himself laughing about himself earlier, starts laughing with himself and he’s like “When i was in my teens, i had this thing, I’m 39 and i thought all this in my teens and in my twenties, i couldn’t believe i did all that and thought all that kind of thing and its crazy, and now at thirty nine years old and i have these resolutions, no longer am i going to do this, i know i am firm now, i have these resolutions, no longer am i going to do this… and i have these aspirations and these dreams. I’m 39″ and he sounded bright and young and enthusiastic in the tape…

And now he’s 79 listening to himself and hes scowling, listening to this voice and he starts to swear when he hears himself at 39 years old talking about all these wonderful plans and dreams and aspirations and he can’t bear to listen to it and so he fast forwards the tape because he’s angry and swearing and he presses play again and he hears himself at 39 and he’s still going on about it and then ” I also planned in” and he can’t bear to listen to it and he fast forwards it and he’s scowling and angry and swearing about this and eh gets further into the tape towards the end of it and he’s listening to it and hes completely not happy with this 39 year old self, with all his aspirations and all his resolutions and on the tape, he hears himself saying “And so her and i were at the bottom of the boat, and the boat drifted quietly on the lake and the boat in the sun drifted into the reeds and was stuck and she was laying in the bottom of the boat with her hand behind her head and i lay across her with my head on her breasts and my hand upon her and we lay there without moving but underneath us all moved and moves us gently up and down and side to side”

… And the old man hears himself talking about this and he rewinds it and listens to it again… and rewinds it silently and listens to it again… And that’s how the play ends.

And the point is… When your seventy nine years old, you’re not going to remember the raise you got, the fancy car you bought, or any of the things that you have aspired to do, you’re only going to remember those moments in your life like that. Thats it! You’re memories are everything.

S.