Shall we move to hand B? Right, here we go:
Sometimes you’re thinking of doing something risky. Or mayhap just something outside of your usual comfort zone. And you climb out of that box you’re in and do it. And then sixty years down the road there you are, old, friendless, petless, unhappy and living in an old box in a dark alley wondering what on earth possessed you. Why did you quit that job, rob that bank, ask that person out, buy that fur sink? The beginning of the logically inevitable downward spiral of despair that led you to this sad state of affairs started with that one stupid moment in time. You should have known that you weren’t meant to have a fur sink.
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I never take the risks that in hindsight I likely should have, so I'm not a good source of clarity. These folks are probably better:
“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” - T.S. Elliot
“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” - Andre Gide
“Necessity is the mother of "taking chances"” - Mark Twain
“Go out on a limb. That’s where the fruit is.” - Jimmy Carter
Oh, and don't buy a fur sink.
What the heck is a fur sink?
It's a sink. Lined with fur.
oh, I thought it was a sink for washing fur, which I found to be impractical for you as I don't recall seeing you wear fur. A fur-lined sink actually sounds pretty cool.
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