Expectation: Out with the old and in with the new memories.
How: Doing something memorable, skydive, go on a week long road trip, go camping, go hiking, meet new people, greet old friends, do something I fear.
Reality: Time, money and company!
Alternative approach: Blog about it.
There is a pounding in my head
I wonder if I were better of dead
I can’t look at future with anything but dread
I don’t really want to get up from this bed.
They’ll be celebrating the day when the country was freed
Though the country doesn’t have enough to feed
The teeming millions who can’t do anything but breed
Maybe that is my creed.
Gone are the wishes and deed
Let me rest and not heed
I can’t get up and lead
This revolution has no seed
I put my hand under the pillow and checked
Something hard and poking like a lead
I wonder if I hit it last night while I napped
There is a pounding in my head.