I've been making big choices lately. It's a loaded and fraught activity. Rebecca and I are calculating our path forward in life, making a plan for what we want our life to look life, and adjusting our trajectory to make that plan a reality. My latest choice accelerated the urgency of identifying that plan. That's okay. That's the way life is. Still, big choices make us confront the reality of self. Big choices change us. Some choices are necessary because we need the change they will necessitate. Circumstances make us anew. That's an intimidating proposition, except for the fact that we have some agency over our circumstances. We must exercise that agency, or we have no say in who we become.
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The maze I went to sleep in
And never got out
Was a dried up conversation
About the point of a phrase
Was a standoff with a monster
with a pen in its hand
Was a Monday morning meeting
That I couldn't understand
Why would you hurt
To be like that?
What would you lose
To be that way?
Why would you give in?
I couldn't be a bartender
I'd drink from the well
And if I was a police man
I'd let them all get away
And the younger man I once was
Kept his heart in his hand
But the younger man I once was
Wanted nothing from plans
Why would you hurt
To be like that?
What would you lose
To be that way?
Why would you give in?