I can’t help it, I love the broken ones.
Thanks for being honest and realistic - I appreciate knowing what potentially lies ahead. But nonetheless…
Bring it on.
I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn’t.
You say I’m insane. You say this is foolish. You say nothing good can come from it.
I say live a little.