Sunday, August 10, 2008

When You Come To The Fork In The Road, Take It!


The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. - R. Frost


This is what I'm doing. I'm going by the road less traveled. I'm checking out of the Heartbreak Hotel. I'm leaving Shadowland. And I'd like you to come with me. Be my happy friend, with whom I can laugh and sing.

We all have problems. You and I both have problems of which the other one isn't even aware. I'd like to be able to view those problems from a different perspective. (One that's not quite so close to my rectum.) We don't have control over what other people do, but we aren't powerless when it comes to our own actions. And THAT is the crux of my gist, if you know what I mean.

We only have a few years left, relatively speaking. I don't want to spend them mired in bitterness or anger or fear. There is something happening to me and I don't know what it is. But I'm not afraid of it. I can hear it coming, but I'm not afraid.

No doubt, there will be times when I do grow fearful or angry and bitter. But I won't let fear and anger define me anymore! I'll fight them and I'll win. I'll make other people's causes my cause. I'll look forward to every tomorrow with anticipation instead of dread. I'm going to pull my head so far out of my ass that I'll resemble one of those Burmese women with the brass rings around their necks. That's my goal. That's my task. To reinvent myself before I have no more chances to leave a legacy. It may be that my legacy will be only words. But for my words to be true, I have to live them.

So, here's where I'm at and that's where I'm going. Come with me.

- Maggie (BFF)

2 comments:

Cherry Bomb said...

I wasn't invited.

Hermana said...

I should have been clearer. This blog posting IS the invitation. From one crazy person to another.

- Maggie