Puppet

Sometimes I wish I could just be part of a book.
Someone writing my story.
Not letting me decide one bit.

Like Emily decided for Catherine.
Like Charlotte decided for Jane.
It would be so simple not to have to take any decisions,
yet so exhilerating to live such an incredible life.
Wish for the moors, die for one's love.
Cry for the lost, or just smile at the conclusion.

I wish I didn't have to make my own choices.
Decide my own fate...
Assuming it is me who decides.
At least to some extent.

However, life has put me in an awkward place.
I may just have a "crush"...
Not the best situation considering I'm not ready for anything.
But now that decision...
Persue it?
Or not?
Well hej, I'm partying a bit this week so it will just have to turn out.
Let the story be written for me this time.
Let's see where the infamous author Alcohol takes me now.

Blogs...

For anyone who wants to view my previous postings, go to:
inspired.mylog.pl

Results.

Freedom.
I think I'm finding myself.
Discovering the things I never could have guessed.
Reviving those things that I lost within me.
It's like opening a door.
Or a key that brings such incredible revelations.
I think I might be happy.
I think I may just be satisfied.

Ok, well, let's not push it.
Satisfaction is a big word.
One of the biggest I know.
Few people are satisfied I suppose.
It's that question of whether they can reach the point of...
Hm, what was it...
Self-actualiztion...
Self-actualization.
sElF-AcTuAlIzAtIoN.
Maslow's vocabulary was rather unrealistic and a bit too extensive.

Well, at least I can say that I'm on the right road.

Finally.
I don't feel stifled.
I don't feel obliged.
I don't feel pained.

I feel free.
Free to find my way in life.
Free to search my path.
Free to be me.
Just lil' ol' me...

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