Fiction, It’s What’s For Dinner

I was thinking out loud in my head as I drove home tonight that life is fiction. It could be what ever you want it to be. But of course, that’s not exactly true. I mean, you may want to be a Shuttle astronaut, well that’s not gonna happen…unless you got in before they cancelled the program. You might aspire to be the Queen of England. Not. They’ve got one already. I guess my point is you can be almost anything you want (with in the bounds of physics).

 The future is unwritten. Go write yours.

Little Pirates

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