Bucketsful or bucketfuls?
So… it has to come down to this.
But I really was not expecting things to happen that fast, and I cannot stomach the fact that I will be doing it again, starting over from scratch.
Just when I thought I am beginning to settle down and surrender to the monotony of it, I am bestowed with a generous alternative that will be the envy of many.
Logic, or some may say is pure common sense, dictates that I take the path that leads to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The oasis out in the desert.
Still, something is holding me back. There are many factors, many reasons. But there has to be at least a solid one that takes the cake. Unfortunately, I have not quite put a finger to it.
It has become an unnecessary dilemma that, in actuality, could have been easily solved by others without so much of a batting of an eyelid.
Yeah, I do not know why I always want to torture myself with endless possibilities and what-ifs. I am always afraid that I will end up on a forked road, within a forked road. I never know which path to tread, and I worry incessantly.
I hope the sun will continue shining more than ever, because I find myself growing particularly attached to it at the final ticking moments. The great big ball of fire suddenly shines in a different light; I feel the warmth of friendship it extends to me, and revel in the excitement a new day brings.
But I will be walking away from all that.
The only thing I doubt I will miss, will be the late nights. Definitely.
Looks like I already have an answer.
Why do decisions always have to be that difficult to make?