Monday, January 16, 2012

And Miles To Go Before I Sleep

Sometimes I get so tired.  I just want to pack it all in and say, "Screw everything.  Everybody thinks I am so crazy for wanting what I want out of this life; I probably am.  Life is hard. So hard, in fact, that I really shouldn't even try to achieve anything I really truly want, because that's too hard."

Hopes and dreams are overrated; Realism is where it's at.  Taking the path of only relatively mild resistance--that is what you are asking of me.  That is what you call practicality.

In those times, I realize that I am confusing Realism for Fatalism; it's a family trait.

The only thing that is 'real' is the feeling I get when I think about where I'll be in five years.  That sensation of unbridled excitement and anticipation is the only 'real' thing I know these days.

Think what you will.  After all, I cannot stop you.  But the conflict between environmental and personal logic perspective it what is truly tiresome.

If only you could see what I see.  Nothing here is enough.

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