Realizations or Predictions

Hearing the words uttered at the heat of the moment.  It was the ugly truth.

“It could have been worse” - these words are just an excuse to deal when things go wrong. It brings me back to the situation at hand.  Another life is brewing within. It could have been me. Then what will happen? Where will I be? I’m too darn spoiled to be set loose now. The comfortable cushions I place around myself are still there.  Still not letting go.  I can be stupid but I’m smart.  I know when I have to responsible.  I just choose not to be.  See the stupidity?  It’s just what you do that makes the difference.  I choose to depend. But when it comes down to just being me, I stand up.

I took the one less traveled by…one of the few words taken from a Frost poem. Right now, I’m at that fork of two roads. Do I heed a dead poet?

Dreams are fresh when you’re still young. So just like fruits, we have to eat them immediately before they spoil.

Question for the day: Which road will you take?