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So many paths I could have taken. So many things I might have tried. Somehow I ended up where I am and I just don’t know why. I could have stayed in Morgantown and earned my bachelors in getting high, or gone to Maharishi and let them teach me how to fly. I could have done a million things and I can’t help but wonder why, why I chose the path I chose, if this is all still just a lie. I could have picked up and moved to Arizona or Charlottesville Va. lived in a ****** apartment and worked for minimum wage. I can’t help but write these stories and watch them play out in my head of everything that might have happened of all the lives I might have led. And I can’t help but wonder where I might be today if I had done things differently, if I had chosen to walk away. Instead I’m still here in this same town where I have always been, a town that will never understand me, a town where I just don’t fit in. All these options I’ve considered. Still I can’t figure out what I should be doing with my life what I’m really all about. Maybe one day I will find a path to take me where I want to go or perhaps I’ll wander all my life. I guess you never really know.
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Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 3:17 AM UTC
Different Paths
So many paths I could have taken. So many things I might have tried. Somehow I ended up where I am and I just don’t know why. I could have stayed in Morgantown and earned my bachelors in getting high, or gone to Maharishi and let them teach me how to fly. I could have done a million things and I can’t help but wonder why, why I chose the path I chose, if this is all still just a lie. I could have picked up and moved to Arizona or Charlottesville Va. lived in a ****** apartment and worked for minimum wage. I can’t help but write these stories and watch them play out in my head of everything that might have happened of all the lives I might have led. And I can’t help but wonder where I might be today if I had done things differently, if I had chosen to walk away. Instead I’m still here in this same town where I have always been, a town that will never understand me, a town where I just don’t fit in. All these options I’ve considered. Still I can’t figure out what I should be doing with my life what I’m really all about. Maybe one day I will find a path to take me where I want to go or perhaps I’ll wander all my life. I guess you never really know.
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Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 3:17 AM UTC
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