Settling Sucks

Listening to her story was painful.  She had the package: the skills, the looks, and the drive.  That was then, this is now.  Her dream took place in a world that most of her friends would not recognize.  Twenty-years have passed, the dream is gone.  The agony is lessened with alcohol.  “Why?” she asked, “Why didn’t I do something while there was still time?”   “Time,” I said. “As long as you are breathing you still have time.”   She lowered her head and ordered another drink.  Living in a life of what could have been, versus what can be, really does suck.

There comes a time when you realize that you settled.  At that point, you can accept or reject. It’s your move.