Sometimes, it feels like I can just curl up into a tight little ball and say that I was right the whole time. I'm always right. But where does that put me? How much of the world can man alone lift? Is the rollercoaster ride worth going back to the same, exact place? Or worse? You're short by the cost of ticket. How many tickets can one boy afford... Tickets, penalties, demerits. Tickets, admissions, opportunities. It's only impossible if you lose sight of your priorities, or so I've heard. If it's all about the priorities, and I'm always right, then why isn't everything falling into place...
Mark, what's your favorite day of the week?
Today, where chasing tomorrow is only half the fun.
Posted by Mark Canlas at January 14, 2003 08:00 PM