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I don't know where I am in life right now. I thought I knew where I could stand, but I guess I don't. The whole time I was growing up, I thought it was simple. You go to school, you do well, you go to college. You get a degree, you find a job, you find a girl. You get married, you have kids, you raise them. You have friends, they stay your friends.
There is no road map. Actually, there is a road map. It's just wrong. It's full of roads under construction and detours and lots of highways staked out by cops. There's no GPS, and no road signs, and you get lost constantly. People you meet you think you'll know forever, they leave. They decide you're not as important as the right road.
The map betrays you, so you throw it away. Now you're just plain lost, all the time. You follow one road, hoping it leads somewhere. Nope, dead end. People you picked up along the way get out of the car. They don't like the way you drive.
There are no landmarks on this road. If you see something you recognize, it's probably dangerous.
I explored a little too far into that metaphor, but you'll forgive me. At least you will if you're still reading. It seems I am constantly walking the line. I don't know what the right or wrong thing to do is. What am I? Is there something that I need to be told? I feel like I'm the only one in the room not in on the joke, and everyone's laughing but me. My only answer for that is to leave the party.
Some things don't end with a bang or whimper. They just end.
There is no road map. Actually, there is a road map. It's just wrong. It's full of roads under construction and detours and lots of highways staked out by cops. There's no GPS, and no road signs, and you get lost constantly. People you meet you think you'll know forever, they leave. They decide you're not as important as the right road.
The map betrays you, so you throw it away. Now you're just plain lost, all the time. You follow one road, hoping it leads somewhere. Nope, dead end. People you picked up along the way get out of the car. They don't like the way you drive.
There are no landmarks on this road. If you see something you recognize, it's probably dangerous.
I explored a little too far into that metaphor, but you'll forgive me. At least you will if you're still reading. It seems I am constantly walking the line. I don't know what the right or wrong thing to do is. What am I? Is there something that I need to be told? I feel like I'm the only one in the room not in on the joke, and everyone's laughing but me. My only answer for that is to leave the party.
Some things don't end with a bang or whimper. They just end.