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BUT SO WHAT IF I SIMPLY SHOOT?
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
What if I had the analytical prowess to see through every flaw and hoax. What if I have the foresight to chart the wisest routes and avoid every pothole. What if I have the strength to fight every battle and win every war. What if I can find the solution to bring change for the better. What if I get to run a country. What if I had the power to impact the world.
What if I had three wishes. What if I have enough money to splash around in. What if I can pursue my plans just for kicks. What if I live life on the edge. What if I live my life like it is my own and no one else’s. What if every whim and fancy is not a compromise. What if every indulgence is not a sin.
What if my sight fails me in my old age. What if my cracking joints ache with arthritis. What if I lose a limb. What if I lose purpose in life. What if I lose my life without a purpose.
What if I wasn’t born in my country. What if I was brought up in a different family. What if I had different roots. What if I had a different culture, different beliefs, and spoke different languages.
What if I thought I’ve got it all figured out, but it is not what I thought it to be. What if my ideals are only Utopian. What if my direction is nothing more than just a dream.
What if I get to experience what I don’t dare to dream about. What if I get to explore uncharted and forbidden territory. What if I like it?
What if a demure, articulate lass catches my attention. What if I pursue an interest for a leather-clad biker chick. What if go for broke over a rock star.
Hmmm… what if I might just never know.
What if I had three wishes. What if I have enough money to splash around in. What if I can pursue my plans just for kicks. What if I live life on the edge. What if I live my life like it is my own and no one else’s. What if every whim and fancy is not a compromise. What if every indulgence is not a sin.
What if my sight fails me in my old age. What if my cracking joints ache with arthritis. What if I lose a limb. What if I lose purpose in life. What if I lose my life without a purpose.
What if I wasn’t born in my country. What if I was brought up in a different family. What if I had different roots. What if I had a different culture, different beliefs, and spoke different languages.
What if I thought I’ve got it all figured out, but it is not what I thought it to be. What if my ideals are only Utopian. What if my direction is nothing more than just a dream.
What if I get to experience what I don’t dare to dream about. What if I get to explore uncharted and forbidden territory. What if I like it?
What if a demure, articulate lass catches my attention. What if I pursue an interest for a leather-clad biker chick. What if go for broke over a rock star.
Hmmm… what if I might just never know.
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