…..late in life—some might say too late—she realized that she had been merely surviving when instead she could have been exhilarating all these years. Did she regret her passive lifestyle? Might she have been more aggressive in her overall approach to life? Was there still a lot of gas—more gas than she would ever need—left in her fuel tank to live an ingratiating life? Sure, of course……but of what consequence now? It was definitely too late for her to do anything about her boring destiny anymore—her life’s foundation had already been poured in impervious concrete years and decades prior and as such could no longer be altered appreciably in the present—thus regrets ruled the day for her and this exciting epiphany she was facing now was of no more use in the moment than an extra tonsil or free concert tickets to go see a grotesque, sixty-year-old Madonna slinking around up on stage like some sort of fossilized sexpot, all while making a complete ass of herself without even realizing it….
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