Pleasure as the greatest aim

The libertine is the greatest lover life has. 

Even under the harshest conditions, they master the art of savoring; slowing down and drinking from her fully. Life blooms widest under pure freedom. 

Common culture has it backwards when it comes to minimizing pleasure. 

True pleasure (i.e., satisfaction not mere stimulation) should be the greatest aim as it facilitates inspiration, brings clarity, and ushers in peace when followed through to its logical and ironically, pragmatic conclusions. 

The libertine has no time for apologies made under the duress of placating others. Their gift to the world is deep service through unfuckwitable abandon that allows everyone the opportunity to pursue life, liberty, and happiness as each one sees fit. 

Every day is a quest to feel the fullness of existence. 

Bathe your senses with every nuance possible. Drink from your grandmother’s china. Surround yourself with beauty. Drape yourself in textures that feel good. 

Refuse to settle for the mundane that the majority appears content with, despite all their pissing and moaning. They’ve imprisoned themselves with excuses but that doesn’t mean you have to. 

Burn every bridge that allows energy vampires access to you. Cut the dead weight of  projected opinions and expectations. 

This is YOUR existence. Either embrace it or forever wrestle with it.