GONE FISHING...
In life you sometimes take a path that takes you far beyond where you want to go.
A path you never wanted to tread.
Or does it?
Let's see where I find myself in a few months.
One of those periods when the dark seems to be constant.
All you have is your touch and instincts to feel your way through the damp, primeval cave. You move forward, stumbling over hard, immovable objects.
Your fingers fall on something hairy - slimy - big... You somehow manage to escape it. And then...
You stumble into another tunnel. Then another. And another. The light you so desperately crave may as well be a million miles away.
What brought you to this place? What twist of fate, cruel prank of the gods, sucked you into the vortex and landed you in the midst of this nothingness?
Damned if I know. It just feels like shit in here and I WANT TO GET OUT.
Maybe if I feel my way along this wall...the one with the razors lining every inch of it. Maybe if I keep moving, not looking back. Getting my ass over there, wherever that's supposed to be.
I do know that I am very far away from home. I dread what waits for me ahead and fear I'll never find my way back.
You wanted to know? There it is.
posted by Script Demon at 8:21 PM
2 Comments:
hope you are doing ok, my 2008 blew pretty hard, sounds like yours did, too.
C'mon '09!
Hey Patrick. Thanks for the thought. Yeah, 08 sucked. Projects went nowhere and I was forced to take a break from the quest for financial reasons. Guess nothing worthwhile is easy in life. I was hoping I wouldn't need to go through all the uncertainty again at my age -- that I would have been closer to my goals by now. I'm in my early fifties, buddy. Not to say I haven't accomplished a few good things in this business. It just feels I have to start all over again every time I get close to some semblance of success. Maybe it's just me, eh? Take care and keep the faith.
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