Saturday, June 28, 2008

The Fork

We have come to a fork.

We have been there for a long time.

We talk about our options.

Which path to choose: the left or the right?

We reflect.

We talk some more.

We decide.

You go on the path to the right.

I go on the path to the left.

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Soul in Ether said...

I've never had to break up with anyone. But... I have been at forks in the road before, and I say, they are tough.

... No baloi├žo vejo teu cabelo vermelho... said...

I have enjoyed your site, I found unusual.
was really a pleasure knows it.
on the other hand this is my favorite poem:

Hermann Hesse: Steps

Like ev'ry flower wilts, like youth is fading and turns to age, so also one's achieving:
Each virtue and each wisdom needs parading in one's own time, and must not last forever.
The heart must be, at each new call for leaving,
prepared to part and start without the tragic,
without the grief - with courage to endeavor
a novel bond, a disparate connection:
for each beginning bears a special magic
that nurtures living and bestows protection.

We'll walk from space to space in glad progression
and should not cling to one as homestead for us.
The cosmic spirit will not bind nor bore us;
it lifts and widens us in ev'ry session:
for hardly set in one of life's expanses
we make it home, and apathy commences.
But only he, who travels and takes chances,
can break the habits' paralyzing stances.

It even may be that the last of hours
will make us once again a youthful lover:
The call of life to us forever flowers...
Anon, my heart! Do part and do recover!