
why does an exit sign have so much meaning? for me at least...
'cause i pass them so many times on the 150 mile route i drive everyday...
or is it that i pass so many but only use a few...
each sign is an opportunity passed? a choice not made?
and just after posting this series of images on Flickr i recieved an email from a dear friend...
one that brought a blur of long past exit signs flooding into memory...
countless what ifs...
what if i had taken that exit?
or that one?
or this other one?
what if...
a question best not dwelled on or attempted to answer...
brings on a wave of emotion that is overwhelming and the undertow can ruin a perfectly good day/week/year/life...
like old letters... old letters to... well to people that a relationship might have worked out brilliantly...
or letters from people where it didn't work out...
it comes down to the rational clear thought:
No i don't want to go back and change anything - the fantasy of what could have happend is very exciting... but still just that - a fantasy...
nothing more...
nothing more as long as i am able to divorce fantasy from reality...
am i?
can i?
can a move to a new city near family to a better university help ground and cement that separation?
am i still safe from my self with the lack of confidence?
will i always be too weak to initiate anything that would get me emotionally introuble? or am i finally strong enough to not feel compelled even if my actions are prevented from cowardice?
a bit revealing maybe for this - but today seems right - for some reason...
Is that exit coming up on to take?
Is it a detour or a destination?
A short cut or a senic route...
will my spirit be reliable?
can it carry me through?
so many unknowns...
so much doubht...
uncertainty...
fear...
am...
I...
doing...
the right thing?
I suppose only time will tell...



