What I used to think defined the “good life” no longer applies.
Nice cars, expensive house, all this means nothing but stress.
Stress to pay the taxes, make the payment, and keep it all going just one more month.
I think the “good life” is just keeping your head above water, wading through the puddles hoping the mud doesn’t stick.
The “good life” would be the lottery winner, until he spends it all.
Buy me an island, and I still would worry about the taxes.
So? I need a little definition of the words.
“Good” is when I look in your eyes and we worry together.
March 1, 2003