People who know me well, know that I’m not afraid to take a risk every now and then. They also know that I’ve failed and fell while doing that. They also witnessed me crawling back up, standing a bit shaky on my feet at first, but eager to start striving again.
I don’t know if that way of living is one to promote, and I’m not going to try. Some of my experiences are of a ‘not wishing to your worst enemy’-kind. But I do know this… there’s always a new day, a new chance or a new beginning. I may do things differently if I had a chance, but knowing what I know today… I wouldn’t trade all those fails and misfortunes for a zillion dollars, if ‘being where I am today’ was at stake.
The reason this post is almost so serious is because I had drinks…
… in a bar that needs a bit more lighting in order to take a good shot, but there are filled glasses on there, and you’ll just have to take my word for it.
In conclusion: if your skin is so severely peeling that you just can’t go to yoga and freak people out while pieces of skin drop of your body and give them yet another reason to believe a zombie apocalypse is due… you can just have a drink with a friend in a bar while trying to talk him into taking that leap of faith.
PS: apple. Mere proof that all the ordinary can be turned into the extraordinary in just a bite.