My life has always been about decisions. Years ago, I based my existence and life around a poem called The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost. And although I choose to live my life on the road less traveled, I still found myself wandering back to the other.
I can’t recall at what point my life took that turn, but here I am, back at the same place I stood so many years ago. Writing has always been a way out for me, and it’s so easy for me to lose myself in the fantasies of thought. Call it imagination, I suppose. And tonight I look forward to some much needed time of reminiscence.
It’s sad for me to think that I have spent so much time doing and trying – and not enough time being. I hope that this is the beginning of a new season of life. One in which I will realize and understand that my heartfelt desire is to slow down, and actually taste what life has to offer.