One love but it's not the same
I’ve never really thought about fame. Dreamt it? Sure. Fantasized it? Absolutely. But think about it—what it means, what it’ll entail, what it’ll cost?
Hmm. Actually, scratch that, I have thought about it.
I don’t often put my insights to writing. Or, I don’t often write, period. Which is sad, because I’m sure my non-writing has cost me at least some opportunities. Opportunities to help, to save, to love, to dive, to kiss, to sing, to become richer, to shake.
It’s terrible, because I haven’t really kissed in years!
So perhaps this is my attempt to no longer let those opportunities slip. No slipping! No more no no!
This is my blog. I have many, but I don’t actually blog. But I will now, because, apparently, famous people do it, and I aspire to being one of them.
God bless your hearts, people. See you when I see you.
