(this wasn't the original post. but, well, you know...there's always a but.)
thats some cold shit right there. shit stung like getting slapped with a handful of wasps. a friend of mine hit me with that yesterday, and no truer words have been spoken about me.
i've bluffed so fucking much in my life. living in my head. there is plenty that i do, but it's less than 1% of what i've thought about doing. and it stretches through all aspects of my life.
all the things i've walked away from because i didn't want to fail.
well let me tell you this...in the world of the shitty R's, rejection and regret are not even fighting in the same war. regret whipping out heat that will melt glass.
rejection? banging with a zip-gun.
rejection lasts for a moment. you ride regret to that that etched stone set in soil, you point guard deep underneath in forever sleep.
not me and not anymore.
1 comment:
Yeah man...you miss 100% of the shots you don't take. You know damn well what happens when you don't but when you do anything's possible. We need to stop being like dogs chasing cars and figure out what to do once we catch the prize. Regret sucks.
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