(echoes from my so-blogged life)
Some days the worst part of living is the hope that comes with knowing precisely where you want to go —
or better yet, finding yourself with the means to get there.
And then doing nothing.
Posted by thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy at 6:23 AM Labels: brain chew, faux toes, photos
4 comments:
Part of me thinks "If you know where you want to go and have the means, why not just go?"
The other part of me thinks of the Oscar Wilde quote "There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it."
Considering I barely missed getting something I wanted last year and am happy I didn't, I am leaning toward the second one.
~BPP
There's always tomorrow.
Ouch.
I hate math too
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