Up, Close & Personal – Page 11

If it wasn’t

If it wasn’t for being a coward and lazy ass, I’d do many wonderful things.

After the rain comes the Sun, they say. Unless you live in Seattle.

When one reaches 40, s/he starts writing bitter aphorisms.

Each weekend I plan to go to the gym, go swimming, play tennis… only to be disappointed when I do none of it.

I write down whatever crosses my mind… And sometimes I’m just lazy.

I know that I can do anything. What I can’t do is – everything at once…

The hole they are drilling right under my window: the diligent aren’t letting lazy to sleep.

Sooner or later, everybody loses life’s thread. For me, it started around 35.

My biggest regret in life is that I cannot do all the things that I want(ed) to.

Sometimes I feel like an idiot that hasn’t learned anything in life.