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read between the lines
re: decisions, decisions Two roads diverged in a yellow woodseems like my life has always been the road less travelled. while i read somewhere (in some quote from a bookmark in a bookstore) years ago that if there isn't a path or a way out, that's because you are meant to make the path, aka. be the trailblazer, this also means that as a pioneer, the road can get kinda lonely. not the euck-bgr kind of lonely, but the where-is-my-kind kind of lonely. sometimes you cross paths with similarly like-minded people, and you sort of have a pit stop and sit down and have a break, but then time's eventually up and you go your own ways, paving your own paths through the rain and the mud and the snow and the burning sun. but even then, no one ever really knew or understood you, and you feel like no one ever really will. sure, the Big Guy does reach in sometimes, like when you run out like a flat tyre before your time; that's when he scoops you up into his Big Hand and carries you for awhile, but then it's back on your own two feet again, walking on until your work is done. |
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