They can influence you, steer you, and try to mold you into what direction they want you to take. Ultimately, though, the destination you reach is yours alone.
It’s the type of thing that most of us might be afraid to talk about – myself included. So let’s talk about it.
Let’s talk about the grass and the price of chicken and whether I saw the game yesterday. Or not. I’m good either way.
The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”
I guess the house ate them.
I don’t like that Justin Bieber.
We all rushed to get here. When we did, it was electric bills and frozen waffles.
I pictured Ashton Kutcher running into her room and yelling, “We got you, Daddy! Ha! Your friend, God, set you up!”
Cherish the time you have on Earth…or don’t. Whatever. Either way, your time here is limited.
He wasn’t doing it for us. He was doing it for himself.