Steve Says:
4.15.2004.03:33
Sometimes I think life is supposed to be a being following it's instincts to an end that's almost predestined. It'd be cool if life were that easy, but choice screws us out of that simplicity. Choice is a scary thing, I think. Every decision you make effects every future decision you'll be faced with, until you've completely decided everything about your life, no matter how out-of-your-control parts of it may seem. There's no escaping the accountability that comes with living.
So it seems we're always at a crossroads then. Will you prepare yourself with maps and heavy clothes, in case it's unseasonably chilly when you get where you're going? If so you may miss catching the World's Largest Ball of Lint on the way because you were too blinded by the destination. Will you trust in someone or something else to get you where you'd like to be, safe and sound? Less stressful, but you could wither away on the side of the road with a sign that reads "IOWA OR BUST". I think--like most situations--there is a happy medium: A destination, a round-a-bout time frame, and frequent adjustments to the itinerary to account for road construction and getting sidetracked.
Sometimes I just want to be told where to go... unfortunately, there are few people whose directions I'd trust completely.
Goodnight.
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