I do more reading than writing

Of course money matters but I am afraid it is not what drives me. I'll follow my nose for beautiful and intelligent souls but I admit it has never lead me to easy street and, being a natural born empath, my heart breaks daily. Chances are I will die poor and maybe in a state institution for the elderly. If we continue on with the Trump-mental dictatorSHIP I'll be dumped in a mass watery cyber grave, never to return to the world that was once called my home. I can't worry about the future. NOW is all I have and my main mission in life for the past twelve years has been to experience beauty, to build social bridges, to connect souls and to learn. The Universe, God or whatever benevolent spirit there is left on Planet-E is going to have to help me keep it 2gether. My brain was cracked open years ago and maybe it's easy to hack but my mind is still chock full of curiosity and wonder and my heart won't quit without a struggle to make peace with the truth and make love with mystery and the natural world. In our highly sophisticated and technological cold reality I've grown addicted to kindness and love. I will spend most of my time here reading and selectively and thoughtfully re-Steemng the minds and souls that I want to promote into the multiverse. I cannot wrap myself around the "currency" part, it drives me crazy because I don't really understand the system or maybe I'm too lazy and just want to be well fed and cared for despite being a grown adult. When I worry too much I get chronic migraines. Trying to figure out numbers and a cryptic language is fascinating but I cannot make it my focus. "So whatever will be, will be; the future is not ours to see!"... Or is it?