When I make my coffee in the morning I breathe and I wait for it to brew.

When I go for my daily walk I breathe until the path takes me back home.

When I am struggling with the world and I remember what I am, I breathe and look at my thoughts flowing and dancing like snowflakes.

Fast cars, rights and right to anything without thinking of others'

I like fast cars, I always did. Got a bunch of them, did a lot of stuff with them and never got anybody killed because of my stunts. 

If fast cars became an issue because too many people were killed by a few idiots driving them, I'd understand and suck it up. I'd blame the guys who drive fast cars and destroyed families, not those who don't want the same to happen to them. 

I'd even go as far as give up my favorite Viagra replacement, because too many lives were shattered by few idiots who are the ones who made it a problem. Or I would never by a Corvette again, if Chevrolet played it on the stupidity of the masses and made if a "rights" issue. 

Regardless, I could find myself a new hobby and live just as happy, most likely sleeping soundly, without blood on my conscience. 

But certainly I would not try to stop any legislation that lowers speed limits or prevents drunk driving or racing in the streets.

What If?

Thanks to my friend Tom Pennings for this one!