A Million Ways To Say…
There are a million ways to say “I Love You,” to someone. So why do we always get hung up on the ONE way someone refuses to say it?
I’m at a crossroads in my life path; I can choose to continue on the path I’m on, the path that continues to lead me to disappointment. Or I can take the road less traveled, that leads to the cliff at the end of the road, and take a huge nosedive into something that has no ending. Both paths lie within myself, and represent the mistakes in my life that I have not learned from. It’s time to do some heavy soul-searching. I probably could have made it through mid-life without a crisis, but unfortunately, the crisis was handed to me. And it’s kind of like finding a newborn in a trash can; you can’t walk away from it, you have to deal with it, you have to make sure it’s safe & cared for, although there’s no way you’d ever keep it. Deal with it, deal with it, deal with it.
I’m so tired of dealing with it. I just want life to be easy again. But then, I guess I wouldn’t appreciate the good times so much…