not sure, really, when it comes down to it
what i’m supposed to rant about. generally i can go on and on and on in person (trust me, the talking never ends…) but when it comes down to writing about things i’m interested in… it just doesn’t seem to work so well. now if i were using freeform poetry to explain the darkness and depths of despair my soul is eternally tormented in, well then i could fill pages! but alas, this is not for that.
so what then? what is there, really, worth my time to rant about? i mean, i wake up to a bunch of shit and then go back to sleep. that’s just what happens. ::shrug:: i suppose the purpose of this blog will be for me to actually focus my thoughts for once and find something to talk about? i’m not really sure at this point that i’m actually going to do this, simply musing. but i’ll try.
somebody asked me the other day, while i was inebriated, an interesting series of words. not so much, i think, a direct question, but simple thoughts and syllables that stumbled into vocalization.
“They say we should stay on the same road, to walk down the right pat. But what if the path changes, and it becomes wrong? What the hell are we supposed to do? Why can’t one path stay the same for the rest of our lives? The turns the hardest part the hills our struggle, why do they have to change every direction except the way you wanna go…back.”
after thinking about this for a brief moment, i too began to word vomit. with no pre-conceived notion of what i was saying, i slathered my prolific vocabulary into the warm air.
“Each path we traverse is never straight. Left turns, right turns, sometimes up or down. The path itself never changes, regardless if a new one is chosen. Each turn is still THE path. Each morning we awake further down that path, dealing with the consequences or joy of the path we began the day we started crying. The need to go back will change as the next day may bring a path from behind to intersect the one we are on. You see, each path never ends. They keep going, and they may one day cross the path we travel again. At that point, the path that has come back may be a path we choose to either traverse or not. What is behind is of great consequence to the strength we put ahead, but of little consequence to the paths we have to travel. Take heart, the journey isn’t easy, but your strength can shine forth in each step. Embrace each curve and twist you are handed and walk forward with a sureity that sets others dumbfounded to the side.”
and so my conclusion? when i’m drunk, i talk a lot. and the words sound pretty, but really, is there any depth? or am i just a walking syllable generator?
::shrug:: fuck if i know.
peace
I’m partial to the concept of there being only one path and that choice is a fallacy. You could say I’m a believer of destiny, but perhaps I’m basing my thoughts on the avoidance of regret. Why wish you had chosen a different path when there’s only one path to take?
Imagine how different the world would be if everyone was able to go back in their lives and choose one decision to go the other way on.
exactly! there is only one path, though there seems to be multiple. maybe not destiny, per se, but you’ll always wake up the next day, or you won’t, on whatever path you chose, because you can never be on two paths at once.