I walk a crooked road to get to where I am going

We all try to deny who we are or what we are and think of ourselves as who we want to be in some made of version of reality that we try to pass off to others. Sometimes it actually works other times it doesn’t and we get called out on the rouse. I wonder sometimes if anyone is really who they want to be. More often than not I land on that we aren’t the “who” we want but rather the “who” we ended up. For better or for worse there we are, all the wrong turns, bad choices, broken promises, abandoned dreams, crossed wires and misunderstandings that make us the us that stands in the reflection. Surely people are happy with these mistaken versions of themselves or we wouldn’t have laughter and is laughter as bright without a little sadness to balance out the madness. All the roads not taken, paths unbeaten to get to where we stand, does it all lead to the “who” we are supposed to be or just the “who” we are? Perhaps the lie we tell ourselves isn’t that the reflection isn’t real but rather that Pandora was able to trap hope back in the box and hope, like a certain German cat, exists only because we refuse to look again. You eventually have to look and face the reality that we aren’t who we want to be but are rather the person that we ended up. Maybe it is just me that looks back and sees the winding path that has brought me further into the woods and not to the city of my dreams. I can see it there just beyond the trees just not so clearly through the haze. As I try to understand the where and who I am, I think back on the things that have put me in the shoes where I stand and all the times that it wasn’t the choices I made but rather the ones I didn’t make that have made the man that I am. I try to find the happiness that is mine beyond the fractured bit and pieces of my life. There are shining things for sure that I would not change and perhaps that broken path or crooked trails put me exactly where I was supposed to be and I’m just not always smart enough to see and the who I think I want to be isn’t who I was meant to be. Though just because I have longing doesn’t mean I am not a happy man and like most of us I forget sometimes to cherish all the things that I have rather than those few things I think are missing. Well, that’s all for now, other stuff to follow most likely Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday Today’s title: Lyrics from A Crooked Road by Darrell Scott Thank you for reading, please subscribe, Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood. Ciao, PS 3/ PS4 Gamer Tag: invisible don PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015… send post cards, I love post cards.