It's time to go home and deal with that. Yes, this means living at home with my parents for a few months as I finish up school... but I only have this one life, and I'm squandering parts of it.
I understand the warrior at the end of the trail idea a little better now. I'm a mess, and I'm going to bring that mess with me wherever I go. It's time to abandon what I think I know and follow a different path... this scares the shit out of me.
But peace isn't connected to any emotion - these emotions are clouds passing through a clear blue sky. I can't discard them, so I have to see them for what they are as they pass and focus on the blue beyond.
What prompted this?
Well waking up piss-drunk and lost in a field in Austin, Texas without my glasses after having traveled the Greyhound for 5o+ hours and then spending the night under a bridge, of course.
More on that one later, dear reader.
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