Joining the Resistance

So I'm cruising down the street on my ultra cool speed bike, using the full power of all seven of its gears, and with the wind blowing through my safety helmeted hair, I'm feeling cool. Very cool. In the style of fight-the-resistance-like-Tatsuya-Ishida type of cool. He worries about being too-gangsta. And I feel for him. I worry I'm too cool sometimes. Too street. Too one with those who keep it real. I mean I can't help it if I think deep thoughts while I'm running up that hill. Running in circles in my mind. Running to stand still. I ponder the wonders of winter and I think of fire and rain. I contemplate loving those who would crucify me and how life is just a bunch of choices. Choices I make every day. Choices that are small and meaningless or sometimes very meaningful. Like picking up a stick, you automatically pick up the far end of the stick when you pick up the close end. You can make a choice but you can't choose the consequences of your choice. You can choose to love someone who doesn't love you back. You can choose to hate someone who hurt you. You can choose to forgive them and wish them the best. You can choose to speak to them, or you can choose to live the rest of forever not in communication with them. You can get up and be happy or you can spend all day in bed dreaming about a better world. You can remember things or you can try to forget them. You can't however make anyone do anything they don't want to. You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink. You could try to lead a donkey somewhere but everyone knows its just a stubburn mule and you really can't lead a dumb ass anywhere it doesn't want to go. You can wait for the mule to move. You could wait a long time. You could wait forever. It's your choice. You can realise that all good things must come to an end. You can walk on. You can choose to leave and you can choose to not look back. You can leave someone standing there with their jaw on the ground. You can't choose if that person will be hurt, angry, sad, or miss you. Those are choices the other person must make for themselves. You can choose your own destiny. You can be the captain of your own soul. You can walk the road less travelled. You can fight the dying of the light. You can choose to never surrender. You can decide to not go quietly. You can decide you're not ready to make nice. You can scream to the four winds your frustration. You can do it all but you can never go back in time and unbreak broken. You can pick up the biggest pieces and try to glue it back together but chances are that broken will never be the same again. And one day you'll realise it's just so much easier to try and replace the broken antique irreplaceable piggy bank with something new and different, because the truth is neither can you repair the broken nor can you replace it with something of equal value because the new piggy bank doesn't have the history of the old one and never will, but one day far in the future the new piggy bank will be valued for its history too. You can't always get what you want, but you might get what you need. Then again, you might not. You'll likely get something. And something is likely better then nothing. And maybe we all just need someone to keep us from being lonely. And that's why cats are a girls best friend. Right after diamonds of course. Big fat shiny expensive gigantic diamonds. Lots of them. Also pearls. I'm kinda partial to emeralds and rubies too. Oh and turquoise stones. I love turquoise. And opals. I'm a total sucker for opals. More opals please.

Over and out.

-Em.

Notorious rebel without a cause. Lost without a clue. These are my thoughts not yours. Don't be confused. Do not adjust your mind, it's just reality that is distorted.