I would rather be a cautionary tale born from pursuit of betterment, than a cautionary tale born from lack of audacity. I don’t want to age into a fretful shadow, haunted by regret and emaciated dreams.

I would rather be a cautionary tale born from pursuit of betterment, than a cautionary tale born from lack of audacity. I don’t want to age into a fretful shadow, haunted by regret and emaciated dreams.
Sometimes, I wonder where I’d be if I just had more audacity!
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I’d be a top-rated gigolo. I actually got a job offer a while back! 😂🤣
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😂
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Why is David Lee Roth singing in my head??? 🎸 🎶 😜
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I’ll start practicing to the beat so I can strip to it! 🤣
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I’ll need to stock up on singles!!! 💵
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Don’t be shy about groping! I love being objectified! 🤣
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🤩🥳😏
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😂🕺🤣
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I might need to invest in a pole! Flex that tushy!!
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As long as you smack it! 😂
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👋👋👋
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I’ll definitely return the favor! 😏
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You’d better! 🍑
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Maybe you can get my handprint tattooed on there! 😂
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All that getting emaciated is only the carcass we carry our dreams around in. I walked out of the doc’s office, hurried past a woman no more than a Cadaver in Wheelchair. Oxygen mask on, wrapped in blankets against a mild chill and I wondered what she’d dreamed of Christmas, what she’d known, or been or done, what was in her mind. even the cadaver in a wheelchair was someone, is someone still with audacious aspirations wrapped in a living cadaver’s blankets. And try as we might to build ourselves a body of experience that will live for us, sadly, few of us are Beethoven. Or hell, even Brad Delp. Because somewhere on this planet 24/7 someone is within earshot of “Don’t Look Back.” And “Ode to Joy” and could care less how much iron we pumped or how many doors we opened for cadavers in wheelchairs…
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[…] Musings […]
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Thanks for sharing!
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I wonder where I would be if I didn’t try to go into nursing and just took a gap year when I was 18.
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I’d say it’s plenty audacious to go into nursing! I’ve only seen one ghost in my life, but I hear they’re a regular occurrence in your field.
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Oh I didn’t make it and my failure ended up defining my 20s and 30s.
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I hope you got some unexpected benefits/insights out of the experience. I was toying around with the idea of being a nurse for a bit, but it seemed way too grueling to do out of casual interest.
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I did. I learned I was more interested in the science than working with people.
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I thought I wanted to be a dog-walker for awhile, then I realized something similar, in that people were still a drag.
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Reblogged this on The Beggar King and commented:
I feel like this speaks to me. I wonder where I would be today if I took a gap year. Sorry for reblogging this post a second time. I am new to blogging. Wasn’t sure about the rules around it.
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I don’t know the rules of blogging either. Regardless, thanks for reblogging!! 😊
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you are welcome!
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