splitting to torn

every once in a while, you sit down to think. its strange, are you getting older, cos dammit you find yourself thinking a lot these days.. and you think about decisions you made in the past. you look back at them, usually with mixed emotion. much as you had decided to live by "no remorse, no regret".. there are some things you have done that you do regret, and have slowly conditioned yourself to forget.. the very same things that don't let you be both peaceful and happy at the same time. and you do know that the day you can control both happiness and peace in your life, is the day you have achieved your nirvana here.

in yet another one of those intense thought sessions.. you thought about whether it's all about the flash.. or about the stable? everyone wishes they could have the best of both worlds.. the eyecatching, debonair 'flash'.. or the solid, trustworthy 'stable'. will you be the happy-go-lucky grasshopper who frittered away the whole summer in pursuit of wine, women and song.. or the hardworking ant who toiled stolidly away all along, and the only one left hale and hearty when winter blew around? are you the persevering tortoise who carried his cross all the way.. or the glory-seeking hare that pranced all over, but faded out into nothingness?

so there you sit, first split, then torn.. on the choices that you made, and will have to make in the days ahead. go in peace brother, and be happy.