Moving On

The Break Up pretty much stated what needed to be done, changes and the kind of changes that would freak out a regular person but considering the fact that it´s either do or die, change or get extinct, rock or suck and well basically you get my feeling that changes in my life are desperately needed even though I reek of awesomeness I just can´t deny what Bowie said "Changes are taking the pace I'm going through "


(Lightning in the face and all this MUTHAFUCKA HAS IT GOING ON)

So taking aside the comedic approach I usually take it´s time to get busy


(NOPE, not that type of getting busy cause I may be awesome but I´m no Barney Stinson)

and so I came to wonder how it is that one makes this changes without looking like a maniac (You know that sort of MGMT live fast, die young I ain´t going to pretend kind of shit cause it´s a pretty good song but you got to admit those guys look pretty gnarly) and I just happen to stand clueless


(Nope, not that type of clueless)

so as I seem to stand in a small buoy in the middle of a typhoon just dazed and confused strolling without direction I would like to avoid acting upon first instinct and just really take the time to THINK. Cause when you reflect act upon baffling emotions (FYI the feelings for the break up girl are in fact dead, new act beginning) is just simply nerve wrecking due to volatility of results. We can´t change what we can´t control and usually feelings enter that category, so until I sort things out I´ll just give it a go and give life the opportunity to sway me away into the whirlwind of chances and choices it gives me. It´s complicated, and it´s a rough ride, but living and loving is definitely the rugged road I´m taking so to wrap it up I´ll end with one of the most iconic poems in history:

"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."