"Once Around "
I survive through the conflict and ache in the tension; contorted by the physics of desire. At once welcome and suppressed, this sensation is always endured.
Bound by my hip pocket. Straining against practicality, the lure of "success" and the soft, over-stuffed, StratoLounger of security, I reach out for visions of prosperity. One hand jingles the keys to the executive washroom and grazes over the smooth, polished surface of the brass ring.
After all, you only go around once.
The other hand remains immersed in the warm waters of freedom, enticed by the nomadic life. Like an addict, the heart aches for the surge of adrenaline. The spine tingles in anticipation.
After all, you only go around once.
My head begins to crumple under the weight of a gravity pinning my feet and my spirit to the ground. The questions and doubts and guilt shatter at the base of my skull, creating a dangerous playground where every action, every decision slices open a new, bleeding wound.
Which is the honorable choice? Where is the higher moral ground, and do I have the courage, the fortitude, and the discipline to make that climb? Am I risking my very soul or tethering it to perceived limitations? Like the bonsai, with each new growth and every stretch, a limb is simultaneously tied, cut or bent.
But this precarious balance of equal and opposite forces may well be inevitable. My challenge is to continue to grow and learn. In this struggle, I am alive. To remain complacent and still in the presence of opportunity results only in the action of inaction; not the road this man chooses to take.
After all, you only go around once.
