I've been feeling less than creative lately, hence the less than frequent blogging. I'm not sure anyone even reads this though, so I'm not sure the lack of spectacularly placed words makes a difference, so I'm not sure...
Old Man Winter is breathing down my neck, and his breath is bitter. Yet again life choices loom large. Stay, go; change here, change there; Montana, Utah; law school, something else. Too many choices. Not sure if they are ever the right ones. Sometimes you wonder if doing things is enough. What if you don't know the right people? What if this is the last time what you do matters, instead of who you do? And all these questions you didn't think you had to answer, all these stupid dogmas and things that are oh-so-wrong with the world. What choice do you make to fix them all? How much of you is here for you, and how much for the rest of the world? Do you eat, pray, and love, or do you command, create, and work? Go to bed at 10 sharp to be up at 5:15, work out, work hard, sleep again, or live life all hours of the night, with no care for the physical needs? But what about the emotional? Is this feeling, this state of soul, coming from the inside or from the cold death of the Earth?
These are things I don't know. These are things I cannot answer, though there is more. These are the things I am not sure of.
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To sit and sip a cup of warm tea for hours while talking about the great mysteries of the mind and universe can be as gratifying to some as sitting walking in getting that same tea and sitting down to a new face and say hi while only taking a fraction of the time. Does this make one better than the other, or just simply different? I do no believe that we are bound to one path or that any one path is better than others as all have ups and downs and we will learn much from all roads walked. If you pay attention and know yourself along the way you will find it easier to be who makes you happy. We are all amazing in our own ways if we chose to be.
Wowzas, that was a thing of beauty, Sabrina! Ugh...decisions, decisions.
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