In an ideal world, we all would be equipped with tools that help protect us from ourselves. We would be unable to gnaw old wounds and relive their pain. The spiritual and mental leashes of self-control would help facilitate the slackness of our choices and perhaps the metaphorical act of wagging our tails might come much easier.
that dog is so fucking cute...
As easy, perfect and grand as it sounds, it would truly defeat the purpose of the journey we call life. If we protect us from ourselves where is the oppurtunity to learn. Just a thought, figured i throw it out there. Thanks
Good point T.J.
The entry was not to be taken so literal. Sometimes a picture just takes one down a creative writing process of sorts. I embrace all my falls and tumbles. They make me who I am today. Besides, sometimes you just want to be bad.