“Who’s tired of doing what’s customary”, asked the Pastor. Which begs, “So what is customary”? The same-old-same-old mediocrity?
An attitude that says, “I’m tired of trying and failing”? Is that what is customary?
What if you could dream about being on your death bed, and being able to smile and think, “I don’t have any shoulda’s, woulda’s, or coulda’s.
PS. The world was polluted with shoulda’s, woulda’s and coulda’s on September 12.