I know, I know, there's a million things I need to do. Every day, a million things. Check this, talk to him, to her. Don't forget to fill this out. Drive there, don't forget. Get it right the first time so you don't lose more time doing it twice. Or worse.

Only at the end of the day, is it legal to relax. Only when the world is on half-time, lunch break, dinner break, time out, penalty box.

The sun is one big green light for everyone. You can't stop when the world is go.

If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be here. But here I am. That doesn't mean it's easy. The road less traveled is supposed to be hard.

Why do I think I have the courage to take the road less traveled? Who do I think am, really? Is this life any better than anyone else's? Should I even be comparing it to anyone else's?

No.

My life as compared to my life if I didn't attack. Turn things sideways and get in there. Take the insults, the ribbed. Playful of not it can sting during those late night lonely rides home alone to an empty bed.

But maybe I'm building something? Maybe this has been secret construction, the making of something brilliant. Something everyone will say, in the end, "this is the sum of his parts, this is the sum of his life. This is the good he wanted to do with his own methods, in his own way. This is why it never made sense to anyone else".

Maybe no one else will ever get it? Maybe I'll never get where I dreamed I should be going? But now I'm sure that isn't the point. The point is to change rocketships every time yours is out of fuel. Don't drift around. At least I'm going somewhere. Even if it's back to the original point I started at.

Fin