"Love bites, love bleeds
It's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies
It's no surprise" -- Def Leppard
With a penchant for jocks
she happily grapples
she happily grapples
To avoid mental blocks
she hangs out in chapels
she hangs out in chapels
A playful paradox
a pair of ducks dapples
She tears open a box
of bright orange apples
My current insecurity grows from what Robert Fulghum beautifully describes as the ability to see two contradictory points of view quite clearly and the lack of ability to figure out whether everything or nothing I do matters. I could be both too young and too old, too good and too mediocre, too well-off and too broke, too happy by myself and too lonely, too intellectual and too creative, too selfless and too selfish. I know I like skating, dancing, singing and blogging; my doing them doesn't seem to hurt anyone. I may have to let that be enough for now. After all, Robert also says it's humor that helps him break through the inertia when he's feeling stuck.
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