Knocks Me Off My Feet

'I don't wanna bore you with my troubles,' but there's something about posting shT up on here knowing people you know and you don't know may be reading it and letting it sink into their daily lives. That's the power of the written word. I look back at the harrowing times of my first year of college when I was about 10 minutes and 2 blocks away from being an English major. I think about all the people whom I have encountered in my life; who I have met, have impacted, and have touched or influenced me. Thinking about near-regrets can get to be a pretty heavy ordeal, so I try not to dwell on them too much. But sometimes you just can't help pondering life's what ifs. From big-scope, life-changing events of significance to the everyday struggle, we can become so engulfed in life's t-crossing and i-dotting that we forget to take a time-out just to say, "yo, i'm here, doing my thing, trying to live, and that's all good with me. So fuq what anyone else thinks." I don't have too many complaints...ok well maybe I do. Even now, I find myself torn between a variety of decisions, alternatives, choices, and options. But isn't that the essence of life; a lifetime of millions of choices (multiple-choice, true/false, and essay) with varying degrees of outcome and consequence behind each door. Sometimes we take the path of least resistance or the road less traveled that no one else dared to venture down before. But in the grander scheme of things, I see it as the logic in not trying to force anything or not sacrificing what you hold dear. It may be fate. It may be destiny. But whatever doors you choose, those are the cards you get dealt. How you play your hand in the next step in the strategy game of life is up to you. I'm far from complete, and the usage of the phrase 'a work in progress' is getting to be a bit too commonplace for my ears, so I'll have to try and think of some alternative shT to say in its place. So until then, keep doing what you do, living how you live, loving how you love, and being who you be. All grammatical (and polictical) correctness can go to hell every now and then. Plus, it's not like I was an English major or nuthin...

let's play a game of charades. who am i?
-Papoose, "Charades"