Monday, August 2, 2010

The Path of Most Resistance

Why do we choose the hard way even when the easy way is presented at the exact same time? I have been asking myself this question for years because I am the kind of person who nearly always chooses to learn the hard way and I really have no idea why. I have a divorce under my belt, a history of kicking, screaming, and scratching my way through college and university, a need to have 47 pets at a time because I have caretaker syndrome. I have an adoring babydaddy who while amazing and lovely comes from a completely and insanely different culture which has complicated the hell out of both our lives, yet we chose it and walked eyes wide open into the madness with our chins up and smiles across our faces.

Why did I not stay the easy road and stick with the Jewish doctor (every mother's dream, right!) I had married? BECAUSE IT LOOKED EASIER FROM THE OUTSIDE WHILE MY SOUL WAS BEING EATEN BY THE PARASITIC DISEASE OF DELUSION.

So I think it's sometimes easier to take the harder road if that makes any sense. I chose to walk a tightrope with no net underneath, but let me tell you, the net I could have had there was fraught with razorblades and hard alcohol.

If you're one of those who is smart enough to take the easy road to keep your life from getting messy, go easy on those who choose the path of most resistance. After all, the human touch and a caring word can keep a person on the low road uplifted for days.

And for you travelers on the tightrope, remember: falling to your death is better than falling into emptiness.

2 comments:

  1. Ignorance is bliss. You're braver than 99.999% of the other people trying to fit their lives into carefully labeled boxes. Applause!

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  2. Oh MAN, my long ass comment was deleted because my child HAD to mess with the keyboard. In a nut shell, I fully identify with this blog. Eeees a goood wan. I walk along with you on that tight rope sister and my net, well when it's there looks like an old heroin addict shakin n waitin for her next fix, arms not so wide open. You have inspired me to start my own blog if not for anything but some good old soul therapy, long over due. Thanks and keep inspiring.

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