I find myself at a fork in the road. I stand in the middle of a dusty intersection, staring down each path and trying to determine which my heart prefers. One side I travel alone. The other is the easy way, though perhaps more enjoyable, but eventually redundant in the end, leading me right back to where I began. I want desperately to take this path, to keep using the crutch which has bore my weight for so long. The other road looks so ominous, so final, so ruthless. I can already feel the pain of loneliness and the sting of defeated tears. Yet I know if I were to take that path I would have to swallow those tears, lift my chin, and continue on. Because this is the path I've been traveling my whole life to get to, and at the end of it I'll be standing at the begining--with you. Now if only my legs would stop wobbling enough to continue to hold me up; if only I could be strong enough to climb that hill. Two roads deverged in my heart, and I took the one I've never dared to venture before.
And that has made all the difference.
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Just remember... when taking a strange path...always pack heat.
P.S.
I'm coming after Jarhead
I practice ninja and the art of invisibility, so if you can find me Sir Fish, perhaps you deserve this Jarhead you speak of. :-P
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