The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. In
my mind it's a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the
end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the
path I've chosen to follow. I have no complaints about my path and the places it
has taken me; enough complaints to fill a circus tent about other things, maybe,
but the path I've chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldn't have had it
any other way.
Time, unfortunately, doesn't make it easy to stay on course. The path is straight
as ever, but now it is strewn with the rocks and gravel that accumulate over a lifetime...
my mind it's a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the
end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the
path I've chosen to follow. I have no complaints about my path and the places it
has taken me; enough complaints to fill a circus tent about other things, maybe,
but the path I've chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldn't have had it
any other way.
Time, unfortunately, doesn't make it easy to stay on course. The path is straight
as ever, but now it is strewn with the rocks and gravel that accumulate over a lifetime...
