I've made plenty of bad choices in my life. At this moment, everyone reading this is laughing loudly and sarcastically. I've made some horrible decisions and some great decisions. I've made really dumb decisions and some incredibly brilliant decisions. But, I am not ashamed. Nor regretful.
Because they've led me to this exact point in time, where I have another decision to make.
Fate is a funny thing. You can look down this road and see a straight path, but it's just an optical illusion. You think that it's right there in front of you and you stop paying attention. You get arrogant, caught up in the minutia of today that suddenly you're falling through the rabbit hole, no parachute, then it's all wibbly wobbly flopsy mopsy. Suddenly you've missed all the opportunities, the chances and the places you were SUPPOSED to be. How many of us have done this?
Sometimes I wonder if I even have a fate. That somehow my string was accidentally never hung in the loom of the Furies. Doomed to wonder in and out of other fates until like Jonah from the Whale I was spewed out on to some desolate shore without even one shot left in my pistol.
But then something happens that is so devine, so perfectly right that I can't help but think that maybe it was strung up and is yet to be cut.....it's just somehow strung through the loom at incorrect agles, accidentally being twisted and turned in many different torturous ways because of my lack of forsight, or sometimes because of my forsight. Heaven's knows I tend to rush in where angels fear to tread.
There are times I love moments like this. The catalyst, bones ground to a pulp until like the phoenix you rise, eyes blinded by sunlight and there's the path ahead of you. A different path never seen before.
Yet the surprising thing is, it's the path you were MEANT to be on.
So here I am. Decision time.
What might seem to some as foolish, or even niave. I'm committing. I'm stepping onto a road that I will not stray from, come hell or high water.
I'm opening Schroedinger's box, be it Pandora's or the Ark.
Decision
It's time to leap from the Lion's head, to prove my Worth.
I think I've found my Anam Cara.
Because they've led me to this exact point in time, where I have another decision to make.
Fate is a funny thing. You can look down this road and see a straight path, but it's just an optical illusion. You think that it's right there in front of you and you stop paying attention. You get arrogant, caught up in the minutia of today that suddenly you're falling through the rabbit hole, no parachute, then it's all wibbly wobbly flopsy mopsy. Suddenly you've missed all the opportunities, the chances and the places you were SUPPOSED to be. How many of us have done this?
Sometimes I wonder if I even have a fate. That somehow my string was accidentally never hung in the loom of the Furies. Doomed to wonder in and out of other fates until like Jonah from the Whale I was spewed out on to some desolate shore without even one shot left in my pistol.
But then something happens that is so devine, so perfectly right that I can't help but think that maybe it was strung up and is yet to be cut.....it's just somehow strung through the loom at incorrect agles, accidentally being twisted and turned in many different torturous ways because of my lack of forsight, or sometimes because of my forsight. Heaven's knows I tend to rush in where angels fear to tread.
There are times I love moments like this. The catalyst, bones ground to a pulp until like the phoenix you rise, eyes blinded by sunlight and there's the path ahead of you. A different path never seen before.
Yet the surprising thing is, it's the path you were MEANT to be on.
So here I am. Decision time.
What might seem to some as foolish, or even niave. I'm committing. I'm stepping onto a road that I will not stray from, come hell or high water.
I'm opening Schroedinger's box, be it Pandora's or the Ark.
Decision
It's time to leap from the Lion's head, to prove my Worth.
I think I've found my Anam Cara.
