I’m standing on the edge of a cliff these days. Ready to jump off into a whole different journey and world. I’m happy with that - you play the cards you are dealt.
“The mind of the dreaming man is fully satisfied with whatever happens to it. The agonizing question of possibility does not arise.” … “This cancer of the mind which consists of thinking all too sadly that certain things ‘are,’ while others, which well might be, ‘are not.”
― André Breton, Manifestoes of Surrealism
I think many lives could benefit from and be enlivened by more unpredictableness, more random chance thrown into their day-to-day. What the surrealists and Breton called, “objective chance”. It’s how you stay ALIVE - you keep awake.
Commitment is like jumping off a cliff and falling. No matter how hard you kick your legs and feet, you aren’t going to return to that place you were once standing.
So today, just a little poem on this topic. I’ve written many, it’s a theme that runs through my writing. For example. This one might tweak someone’s thought strings.
The Road Untaken
Now that
the deal’s been done and
you're holding the cards in your hand.
Now that
you’re looking at the world with
just one way forward.
Now that
you can’t turn around
and start again.
Now that
you are perfectly free from
the puppet masters behind the curtain.
Go forth.
You cannot err.
You are in the hands of the universe.
Our hands, your hand
the way, that road
which cannot be
untaken.
Sit back. Enjoy the ride.
You aren’t going far but at least
you are going.