One life, one chance

It is kind of brutal isn’t it? 

For me it is…and although I have chosen to take the road less travelled, it is difficult to break out of the mold that my environment has played on mind. 

We don’t get to go on this ride twice and it is an exciting ride, right?

But, what happens is, we allow others to steal our dreams with their prudent arguments about why it is virtuous to settle for less in life than what the world would gladly give. 

We sneak around and hide, we come out of our mice holes and grab that tiny bit of cheese and return to our squallor and enjoy that tiney morsl of leftovers that is left for us as if it is a feast fit for kings. 

I’m sick of it. It almost makes me sick.