Sometimes
you'll do things
that you
shouldn't
but mostly
you don't
do
the things
you should.
I once read
that
we may not be
at the
source of our faults
but we
actually might very well be
the source
of our frustrations.
They dangle
at the end of
a chain of
events
a path of
half-chance choices
that we
don't make
when we were
supposed to.
We go
neither way
and that is
always maddening.
It seems
harsh
but
everything is
an 'either
way'-moment.
A sharp
edge
with steep slopes
on both sides.
And we know
we should pick a side.
But the
prospect
of sliding
down either side
is
daunting.
So our
solution is
that we
prefer to overlook them.
A slip of
the mind
becomes a
slip of the soul.
We balance
our way onwards
on the rim
of the volcano.
Not living
by fire
nor by transformation.
We take the
safe route
that leads
back to this same point.
In circles.
Long
tedious
circles.