« Vision Distortions that Derail Growth | Main | You Need More Information? Bah, humbug! »

December 17, 2007

Comments

Writing Agencies

As a young man, I thought Ann Blythe, Suzanne Pleshette, and Audrey Hepburn were towers of beauty, well until Suzanne developed smoker’s hack that sounded more like a cheap Madam, which brings up another point. Beauty changes, fades with time, or mellows into some other emotion. As we age and, hopefully, arrive at a higher plain, beauty that we experience in life becomes a measuring stick for our future happiness. Without beauty, life is barbaric, stone cold, and without merit. At least that’s my story, and I sticking with it, each time my wife catches me calculating another beauty.

The comments to this entry are closed.