Dry Bowser's Realization

Dry Bowser was wondering if he should bother going on another adventure, or if he should take a time to go racing. He also wondered if he should bother to practice on his sports training, but given that he didn't have either his tennis racket or baseball bat available, he decided to just take a good look around the Grumble Volcano from the top of the crater, looking out towards all directions as he eventually settled to looking out to the west.

"I have been performing feats of strength for years. Yet I'm not motivated to do any of them..." Dry Bowser stated as he rubbed his bony chin with his right skeletal hand. "...Maybe I should just go and hang out with a God and just... pass the time."

Dry Bowser sighed as he went down the volcano slowly, taking a good look at everything as he eventually came to a shocking realization as to why he seemed so tired.

"It became very clear to me standing up there today that every decision I've made in my entire life has been right." Dry Bowser muttered to himself as he brushed back his bright red hair. "Every instinct I have, in every aspect of life, be it something to hold, something to use... it's all been right." He sighed as he reached the bottom of the volcano, of which is where the road tracked through, watching the lava plumes rise as he folded his bony arms. "I need to actually be wrong about something for once. And I'm going to strive to do that."

Keep in mind that this took place years ago, and the dry bonehead known as Dry Bowser has been around... for ages.