Life is a series of complex driving directions to the same destination. Every stop is a fork in the road; every opportunity one receives forces them to choose between deviating left, deviating right or forging straight ahead. There are shortcuts and longcuts. There are back alleys and highways. Nothing is clean and simple and, when you start to believe that you may have found your way, you get hit by a flat tire. Life is dirty, complex and difficult. Believing otherwise is like driving without the spare in the trunk; it's asking for trouble.

I don't write this in response to anything particular stimuli; it's just the sense that the coming year will yield more decisions. It's a year in which I hope to get married, move, start a new career... you get the picture. I feel stalled right now, stuck in a place that is nice and comfortable but not where I want to be. I'm out of sorts and moody, which means I'm not getting laid enough. *hint hint*

I'll leave you with this. It's uncanny. ;) Found on Post Secret (PLUG PLUG PLUG!):

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Tuesday, January 03, 2006.