It's been a while since people posted their wealthy toys around here. I recall all the 'my new house', 'my new wheels' and so on threads, lot's of graphic pics showing off. There were days you'd say. The drive, the beat - it turned into a routine everyday job for many of us.
I'm not here to force you do it, in fact, it doesn't matter for me. And it feels like we here at gfy are getting older. So miserable stuff doesn't matter, it's a troll call if someone does it.
It was kinda 'sexy' ( a totally American word, broad meaning of it would embrace the infinite tits and bums at once ) to share an office set ups, back yard grill good times and other "well-being" photos.
The day you sit at your porch ( yes, the one that belongs to you not to the bank ), drive your car ( yes, the fully paid one ) it actually is fun to look back at those crazy days.
And it doesn't make me think about material world much, I'm trying to catch up with my dreams, those dreams I have had when I was a 'dreamer' age, the day the dreams I had used to tear me apart on a single notice...
The Big dreams, not miserable money making strategies, office games, wise career search, but the Big ones, those where you could make yourself an Astronaut or someone really important. Just looking back at those days I begin to think I should have listened to my heart, my youthful desires to accomplish the mission I was into so much at that time.
So where did it go? When did I lose the connection to my dreams?
I'm not here to force you do it, in fact, it doesn't matter for me. And it feels like we here at gfy are getting older. So miserable stuff doesn't matter, it's a troll call if someone does it.
It was kinda 'sexy' ( a totally American word, broad meaning of it would embrace the infinite tits and bums at once ) to share an office set ups, back yard grill good times and other "well-being" photos.
The day you sit at your porch ( yes, the one that belongs to you not to the bank ), drive your car ( yes, the fully paid one ) it actually is fun to look back at those crazy days.
And it doesn't make me think about material world much, I'm trying to catch up with my dreams, those dreams I have had when I was a 'dreamer' age, the day the dreams I had used to tear me apart on a single notice...
The Big dreams, not miserable money making strategies, office games, wise career search, but the Big ones, those where you could make yourself an Astronaut or someone really important. Just looking back at those days I begin to think I should have listened to my heart, my youthful desires to accomplish the mission I was into so much at that time.
So where did it go? When did I lose the connection to my dreams?
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