Lately, I’ve been doing a some serious thinking about life. Specifically how we (and by we, I mean people in general) get where we are, have what we have and do what we do. I have come to the following realization and think that I can sum it all up very simply with a ‘wishing’ example.
When I said that I wished to be 17 again, I was thinking more along the lines of the perky boobs and the smaller ass I once had. Not being strapped for cash, riddled with acne and the insecurities that accompanied it.
Lesson learned: Always be very specific when wishing for anything. Because in one form or another, you will to get your wish. Oh, and adult acne is an asshole. So really, two lessons learned (and shared). You’re welcome.