Speaker 1: One way or another. We are all creative people. It's
just the way we were born. But when we get
our hands on it, we crave it. It's an addiction
unplugged because we will always say yes to creativity, totally
uncut because we all make mistakes. So turn it into
a tool. This is arrow unplugged. It's the funniest thing.
This studio is built twenty three to twenty five feet
up above the forest floor. Being up this high in
the trees, and I can reach out there and touch
those trees. I love it when the birds will fly
onto a branch or a squirrel races by, they see
the human inside and it's almost like, yo, dude, been
waiting for you. How you doing today? You're doing good? Yeah,
I'm doing good. I often wonder about dogs talking. If
they could, what would they truly want to say to
their human counterparts. No moment passes that. I don't assume
that I know what Jazzy my pointer is thinking. But
am I right? I did some research on this. Dogs
remind their humans that our time together is very limited.
They want to know what we want from them. Don't
stay angry with them for a long period of time.
Dogs want to be talked to. They want to be
able to listen. They know our words, but not all
of them. But more importantly, they know our voice. If
I had my way with Jazzy, the wonder Dog, the
disaster Artist, this beautiful little creation, would our time together
be even more special if she could talk. Our relationship
started just before the COVID lockdown and grew unbelievably stronger
during those moments of uncertainty. I do wish that she
could talk to me. I'd like to know how close
I am to mimicking her real voice. I also wonder
if she would like to put me on a leash
and go walking through the forest. I truly love and
cherish how we, as a human race embrace our dogs.
They are true members of our family. Hey, Tarrold, this
is the Daily Mess, a chronological walk through an everyday world.
I am a daily writer. I talk about this stuff
because I know you're probably thinking about this stuff. What
if dogs could talk? Would that be amazing? Or would
they be like children? My dad uhould turn around to
me while we were in the car or at homies
say just shut up, please shut up. You talk too much.
I don't know, I don't know if I could do
that with my jazzy I really don't know. This is
the daily mess. How foolish are we to think that
we've got time under control. A gentleman by the name
of Oliver Berkman, he says, the only way for us
to get control of time is to accept and embrace
our limited time. How we spend it matters. Another source says, hey,
you gotta physically slow yourself down. Don't move so quickly. Well,
we all know that not all businesses are in favor
of such actions, nor our retail customers who want in
and they want out. I'm no expert and I'm no
research genius, but I do spend a lot of time
in the public and I hear a lot of travelers
complaining about being tired. There's never any time to rest.
I always want to ask them, if you're so tired,
why are you here? Did you really need to pick
up that one item? I couldn't do it. I've got
to have a list of things before I take off
to a certain location. And the reason why is because
I find myself sitting in a room with no music
intelligent as being quite enjoyable, because time isn't going to
push me. But it does. I mean, I'm horribly guilty
of staring down a clock. They know I'm not a fan,
and yet I know I need them. I have rituals
habits every day. It keeps my feet on the path
and it equals out my thoughts about time. How do
you deal with time? Is it truly moving quicker than
what we really think? So many people say it's because
the older we get, the more we consume. The more
we consume, the more we're able to spread things out.
We become clogged by all the events around us, and
therefore time has no real purpose. We just know we've
got to be somewhere, and if it's not on time,
someone's probably not going to be happy. But a younger
child who has no experiences in their life, they have
nothing to compare it to. So therefore the older people
are going, oh my god, there's just no more time.
And yet when I sit in that room, no TV on,
no music, just me and my writing instrument, I will
say to myself, you've got two hours and then this
moment of time is gone. Figure out what you're going
to do and how you can make a difference in
your moment of now. Before you start putting yourself in
a place that has no story yet, don't write the
story that's only going to steal from what limit to
time you have. I'm marrow. That's the daily mess.