I'm standing in the middle of the forks of forks now. Road-wise I mean. You that poem by Robert Frost? Think that in a kaleidoscope. There are so many factors to weigh, so many people and things to consider. Should I, or shouldn't I? All my life, I've prided myself in making the right decisions (or at least the wrong decisions, in good conscience). 2009 had proven to be The Year of Making Bad Decisions That Cost Me Many Sleepless Nights and Tears. Perhaps it was a lack of consistency in my life. Or the lack of witnesses and unsolicited (read: maternal) advice. I don't know. I used to think I was reasonably wise, but I have been proven wrong. Yet I can't continue this half life anymore. Even the unwise deserve to be happy.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Indecision
I'm standing in the middle of the forks of forks now. Road-wise I mean. You that poem by Robert Frost? Think that in a kaleidoscope. There are so many factors to weigh, so many people and things to consider. Should I, or shouldn't I? All my life, I've prided myself in making the right decisions (or at least the wrong decisions, in good conscience). 2009 had proven to be The Year of Making Bad Decisions That Cost Me Many Sleepless Nights and Tears. Perhaps it was a lack of consistency in my life. Or the lack of witnesses and unsolicited (read: maternal) advice. I don't know. I used to think I was reasonably wise, but I have been proven wrong. Yet I can't continue this half life anymore. Even the unwise deserve to be happy.
