Who knew his life would change like that, here he was stuck , but with a plan , a plan to move beyond all of it, A plan to maybe one day reach what he had aimed for. He knew he was ambitious he knew he would never be satisfied. The question would always come back what next.
He was away from home living a life of a hermit, and the blocks that he imposed on himself made it no better. Was he disciplined no , all he knew was that there was a confort level to it. He knew he was taking things at his pace, but he also knew that the pace was slow, and if things didnt change he would loose out one day. He was waiting and the time had come , he had failed , and he was scared to move on.
He would sit in the corner dreaming of what would be , beautifully colored dreams in bright hues, filled with joy and success. And then would wake up and find himself at the same place. It had not worked out for him and his soul was stifelled , what he could have been no one knew and what he was no one cared.
Id write this one more but i dont think im in the right frame of mind to event put the options out clearly .
Actually id say there are three options open now all ohh so fucking difficult to take
1) Change (spontaneous) = Risk but could be really exciting , but could also be frightfully uncertain and worst case scenario could be frustrating and incapacitating.
2)Remain ( unplanned) = Risk could be monotonous but comforting , could also be frustrating in terms of velocity
3) The Dream ( Planned) = Risk would probably be exciting but then theres some uncertainity to it.
is there really a choice there I mean by the end of it i think i could play it on the dice .
managers of tomorrow fucking fuddies today .
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