*i couldnt have said it better...*

Aug 18, 2005 16:46

"i saw my life branching out before me like the green fig-tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. one fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Eg Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was europe and africa and south america, and another fig was constantin and socrates and attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and off-beat professions, and another fig was an olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs i couldnt quite make out.
i saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just because i couldnt make up my mind which of the figs i would choose. i wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as i sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
-from "the bell jar" by sylvia plath.

what will become of me?
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