wish i had
the art of shameless self-pr. pr might mean “public relations” or “proportional representation”.
a self-replenishing motivation tank.
a shorter ever-growing wishlist.
teeth that would stop gnashing when it’s useless to.
the art of transforming frustration into a rather useful god-knows-what.
the freedom of not blaming anyone but me.
time to read every interesting bit of the internet, daily. maybe get paid for it, too.
lungs to run more.
legs to ride more.
knees and cartilages that would not make a doctor say sports is not an option.
everything. here. now.
patience is not a virtue, but rather a politically correct way of saying that your turn has not come yet. and political correctness is a sort of diplomacy lacking elegance.
yet wheels spin.