Life is too damn short.
Life is too damn short for anger.
Life is too damn short for regret.
Life is too damn short for doubt.
Life is too damn short to care what others think about you.
Tonight I was leaving my local grocery when I was approached by an elderly gentleman. He asked if I could help bring a bag of chicken to his apartment a block away. I'll be honest. I didn't feel like doing this since I was cold and tired but I figured what the hell. To make things more interesting he needed to grab my hand as we walked for balance. And for a senior citizen he had an iron grip.
As we got nearer to his home I had a series of ephianies. One day, God willing, I will be as old as this man. I maybe in the same position asking for strangers to help me carry my groceries. Eventually I will become dust.
I am not trying to be morbid but honest. Once we are old and gray it is pretty much too late to do what we want.
This evening I asked somone to assist me in contacting a set of individuals for business opportunities. That person refused, not out of malice, but because of politics. We reached a compromise but after our conversation I realized the compromise was unacceptable sicne I would have to go through two channels and there was no guarantee that my message would get through to them.
So I have decided go over everyone and contact the parties directly. When I first thought of this option I realized I might draw the ire of alot of people even thought I wasn't doing anything illegal. But after meeting this senior citizen I realize, who gives a f**k? I might piss off some people and maybe burn some bridges. What I think is worse is being a senior citizen and regretting not taking that chance.
When he got to his building he thanked me profusely but I responded by thanking him back.
Life is too damn short for regret.
Life is too damn short for doubt.
Life is too damn short to care what others think about you.
Tonight I was leaving my local grocery when I was approached by an elderly gentleman. He asked if I could help bring a bag of chicken to his apartment a block away. I'll be honest. I didn't feel like doing this since I was cold and tired but I figured what the hell. To make things more interesting he needed to grab my hand as we walked for balance. And for a senior citizen he had an iron grip.
As we got nearer to his home I had a series of ephianies. One day, God willing, I will be as old as this man. I maybe in the same position asking for strangers to help me carry my groceries. Eventually I will become dust.
I am not trying to be morbid but honest. Once we are old and gray it is pretty much too late to do what we want.
This evening I asked somone to assist me in contacting a set of individuals for business opportunities. That person refused, not out of malice, but because of politics. We reached a compromise but after our conversation I realized the compromise was unacceptable sicne I would have to go through two channels and there was no guarantee that my message would get through to them.
So I have decided go over everyone and contact the parties directly. When I first thought of this option I realized I might draw the ire of alot of people even thought I wasn't doing anything illegal. But after meeting this senior citizen I realize, who gives a f**k? I might piss off some people and maybe burn some bridges. What I think is worse is being a senior citizen and regretting not taking that chance.
When he got to his building he thanked me profusely but I responded by thanking him back.
posted by Grunt at
10:35 PM
