Monday, August 07, 2006

If It Feels Right, Then Who Has The Right To Say Different

There was a fork in the road, along the path I walked and I chose the more traveled of the two. A path laid down by father to son many times before. Did I chose this path out of duty or did I chose this path out of fear? Perhaps, the answer will never be known or perhaps having been buried somewhere deep inside many years ago the answer has no importance anymore. But, if I knew then, what I know now, how different things would be, some things would be better and some things, well I can not allow myself to ever imagine not having in my life, but it is all water under the bridge. It is the path I now travel, some dreams not realized but lessons have been learned along the way. Do not make the same mistakes of the father, do not chose the more traveled path because it is what's expected, if the words your brain hears are not the words in your heart, do not listen, chose your own path, make it your own, not someone else's. Don't listen to those that tell you it is wrong, a sin, a damnation. The truth, your truth lies within you, listen to your heart, if it feels right to you, then it is right.


Ward Cleaver said...

Do I sense a life of regrets? Is that wise way to spend your time (that is ticking away)?

Who do you blame for the path that you're on now? Why?

From what I gather, you had a father to show you a path. I wasn't as forunate.

Count your blessings. Your MANY blessings. Don't waste time with regrets.

Hypoxic said...

Stephen, you're on a journey and it's not an easy one. But a journey you and only you can take. Many others have taken it before you - but none can take your journey.

I really believe you'll find your way. I may be wrong, but I think you're almost there.

One step at a time. That's how all great journeys begin.

Good luck! And we're here if you need help along the way.



PS love the reference to Frost's The Road Not Taken ... it's a really great poem that always makes me think.

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Spider said...

I so agree with Hypoxic - you are almost there - go back to the start of your blog and read your entries - you have come so far my friend...

john said...

Great post!!

Six Shooter said...

So true.

Drey said...

Stephen, many of us are thinking exactly the same thing. Here is an Armistead Maupin quote, the one that made it onto the Starbucks cups:

"My only regret about being gay is that I repressed it for so long. I surrendered my youth to the people I feared when I could have been out there loving someone. Don't make that mistake yourself. Life's too damn short."

My sentiments exactly.

I see you have one of those sweetly scented but toxic notes from WC. Who do you blame for the path your on? Sheesh. I wish WC would find some other mission in life than saving the damned homos.

Drey said...

Nice pic for the post, BTW.

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