Standing at crossroads is never easy. You would think that after decades of practice, one would get the hang of it. Truth is, there are days that I am sure the years of practice only make it more difficult. Balancing, weighing options, making a choice? Lift the fog, allow me to glimpse ahead and perhaps I could. When you are in your twenties, the options seem limitless, bouncing back is easier. In your thirties, you feel adult enough to responsibly make a choice. At the moment, picking a road seems like too much effort--I have already been on both roads, I know where they lead. Journeying back if I choose the wrong one seems impossible. Today, I just find myself worn down, weary and contemplating setting up camp because my heart is too heavy to withstand another fatal blow.
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