My great concern is not whether you have failed, but whether you are content with your failure. – Abraham Lincoln
*post has expletives*
Jumped out my sleep during the dead of the morning darkness in great fear. Heart pounding, head sweating, overwhelmed, scared, near tears. Barely escaping a nightmare, nightmare of failure, despair, regret, what ifs, if then, if just, but if only. I was that guy I passed on the streets in the dead of winter, old, fragile, incoherent, desolate, drunk, broken and a string of other descriptions that can conjure up the images of a BUM. Click Here to Read More
