Crossroads

Their aren't many benefits to being a hat but one is that I have plenty of time for deeper thinking. I also get to read over the shoulder of Ryan and see what he writes when he has something on his mind, and resonantly I read this:

 

 

I am now older in age…and that once awe inspiring hope has slowly become dull. Why is it that with age comes wisdom, but with wisdom comes the punishment of constant thought? The thought that tares apart your dreams with cold hopeless logic. Logic that deems them ill timed and childish, unworthy of pursuit. I use to believe I had greatness in me…but after years of having the heavy hands of life push down on me I feel as though I have faded into the grey ranks of normality. My life now seems to be pinned between the hands of Atlas and the base of the world. I now sit her reminiscing of the days when life was innocent; the days where first breathes smelled sweet. Now I breathe and it is if I breathe led. My heart sags with the ever adding weight. My dreams are becoming crushed by the nightmare of truth. I can no longer afford to dream for that is a luxury reserved only for those who are not confined by the constructs of their own personal reality. My muscles grow weary with the every adding weight of responsibility, and I have come to a crossing in my life. I can forever close my eyes and gently slip into a life of bliss making me ignorant to the surrounding world. Or I can take the worn path, the path that has been chosen so very many times before me. But this path requires a toll. This path requires my dreams. If this is the chosen path then I must give my ability to ask "what if?"  Here at this crossing is where I stand... unable to pick.