Motor boat, motor boat, go so slow. Motor boat, motor boat, go so fast. Motor boat, motor boat, step on the gas.
Does anyone else remember this children’s nursery rhyme. Once you said, run so fast, you would take off running. I look around at people and they seem to be running hard to go nowhere. I prefer to take it easy.
On my last trip down south, I encountered a young man and took some colorful, lifestyle shots, that I was proud to have taken. He said I would have to send them to him via e-mail. Once home, I saw we had mutual friends and he had 1400 FB friends. WOW…..That really hung me up. It shouldn’t have, but it did. It caused me to ponder. Why would he do that. Am I too old? Am I too ugly? Am I too lame?
No matter what was at the root of his discretion, it has nothing to do with me.
Circumstances in my life have caused me to move even slower than usual, and I don’t mind. This has been a trip of family and friends.
The waves are always going to be rolling in. You never know about people.
It’s a matter of value and I know where I stand; straight in the middle and to the right of the red bass.