A very close friend died recently. He went to sleep. And he didn't wake up. He was several years younger than me. Nina can tell you exactly how old that is, but it's much too early to die. This was a great guy too, not an enemy in the world.
This has got me thinking. One of many things I've been thinking about is all of the shit that I've done over the past couple of years with strippers. DS insanity, trips around the world, making porn with video girl, the blow job queen, and so much more. I've had more fun, and tons more sexual satisfaction, in the past two years than in my entire life up to that point. I never before dreamed that I could do even half the fun shit that I've now done dozens of times.
But I spent a vast sum of money to have all of that fun. I need that money for retirement. If I make it to retirement. And I spent huge amounts of time that could have been productively used elsewhere.
In the end, heres how I see it. I'm glad I did it all. I wouldn't change a thing. And it was worth all of that time and money. I will never regret it even if I end up needing that money in retirement. Cause if I die tonight I'll die happy and content. I think that's more important than an uncertain retirement. Who knows if we'll even wake up tomorrow?
While I'd like to have the money for retirement, I'm willing to give it up. I'd much rather have the memories.
Just my perspective


I had a great job, made great money, spent it freely exploring the world in many of its' aspects including clubbing. The only regrets I ever had were a few ROB's. You never know when you are going to die. Make yourself happy, that's one of the keys to success.