Tuesday, August 16, 2011
How can you not trust a man with so much facial hair?
This has been a long process, and that's putting it mildly. The reality is, well, reality sucks. You sit and you plan and then the gods reach down from their lofty perch and pluck away at your will with inconvenience and hiccups. That's when the lyrics to "The Gambler" suddenly make sense in your life.
When is it time to hold on and when is it time to let go - and walk away.
It's time. It's time for us to walk away and be down with this sorted mess. The economy is not our friend. The political climate is not in our favor. Robin Hood hasn't arrived, yet. And even if he does, I don't see him visiting my door step, there are others that need him more than we do. But alas...
Packing has begun early and we're taking these matters into our own hands. The ways of old are over and the future is at hand. "You have to know when to walk away" and then of course "You've got to know when to run."
It's really time for us to run.