Monday, March 29, 2004
Livinghigh was here at 6:19 PM /

Who'll dance with me?

Quiet reflection is a dangerous tool. Often, it makes me think of things too uncomfortable to grapple with. Some kinds of things that you don't really want to ponder over, after you've got a dose of feel-good tonic that a peek at Lord of the Ring gives you. All that stuff about heroism and what it should constitute - what happens when you introspect and try to identify all those things in you, but come a cropper. What's the story life is trying to teach you? You're damned if you know and you're damned if you don't. You just hold onto lady luck's skirt with all your might and hope that through all the whirls of her tumultous dance she doesn't have two left feet.

Damn - I keep asking Sharon to teach me how to dance.


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