12 miles from greatness
I don't want to be doing what I'm doing. I don't want to waste my days making plans. I don't want to be more absorbed with the future than the present. I don't want to be living the life I'm living or working the job I'm working. I don't want to be obsessed with a budget and I don't ever want to set foot in another grocery. I don't want to be the bubble girl. I don't want to keep making excuses. I don't want to be sick anymore, I don't want to limit my coffee intake, I don't want to pay for dentist visits and unnecessary blood work. I don't want to be twelve miles from the city I love. Twelve miles from greatness.
I've always been twelve miles from greatness.
I've always been twelve miles from greatness.
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National Geographic's pick for "Next Great City"
Maybe i don't get you?! - I don't know...
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i really enjoy your writing.. just out of crazy curiosity, when is your birthday? I found you because you have professional drifter as your occupation too and I got really intrigued by your writing.
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