Maybe I Could Have Been President
October 23rd, 2009
The maybes will kill you. Probably not literally, although I suppose the chance is always there. A big block of wood carved into the word “maybe” could fall out of the sky, land smack dab on your head and no more you. It could…but not likely. Figuratively though? Figuratively, the maybes will kill you if you let them.
The maybes are the same as the what ifs or the could haves or the…song that just doesn’t end. You start maybein’ and what iffin’ and could havin’ and then what? It doesn’t get you anywhere; the things that actually happen and the situations that actually occur are what get you where you’re at.
Like someone really smart said, “There will always be maybes. Maybe I could have been the freaking President, but no one cares because that’s not how it worked out.”
Exactly, my friends. That’s exactly what I’m saying. Maybe I could have been the dadgum, freaking President but no one cares because it’s not how my life has gone down in the history books.
Leave a Comment
Some HTML allowed:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>
Trackback this post | Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed