I am almost sure of my convictions but the strength of my conflictions are overpowering. They say a real man is always sure of himself and is not swayed by the opinions of others. To be a real man it seems you have to be simple, closed minded or even delusional.
The choices we have in life can be as plentiful as the offerings of a restaurant menu but if you’re lucky the specials are all that you ever want. Not because they are special but because they are the easier choice. Give me the set 3 course dinner because it seems to be the best deal. It’s not the cheapest nor the most expensive but I think I will be able to settle for a compromise between safety and adventure. No like the set dinner? Well then, you’ll have to choose from the other 99 options and take a chance.
Don’t make life so hard, they say. Just do this and it will all work out. I wish I could get on board and feel a sense of security and direction. There’s nothing that I want more. To be lost alone is a much more daunting position to be in than to be lost with others.
A functioning compass was never a tool in my arsenal. A little knock would send it pointing north when it was really south. Once you think you are close to home, you still find yourself in the middle of a dark forest.
It’s dark out there but broken compass or not, you still have to keep going. Hopefully you find your way home.