You know the answer to that; you've had to listen to me cry drunkenly about it. I will not curl back up into contentment and give up the possibility of joy. Most days I really, really want to, but it is a path that goes nowhere.
Was thinking about this one a lot at work, actually. There was a period there in which nothing kept me alive but my inability to break my given word -- not how it would make my friends feel, not how it would make my family feel, just that I'd promised not to.
Really it comes down to a choice: Get busy living, or get busy dying.
After Abby I chose "dying" for far too long. This time I know better.
OTOH, had I been 4m historian, my summary may well have been at least as cold -- hard to say.
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Really it comes down to a choice: Get busy living, or get busy dying.
After Abby I chose "dying" for far too long. This time I know better.
OTOH, had I been 4m historian, my summary may well have been at least as cold -- hard to say.
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