Analects of Blue

24 September 2006

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My eyes open slowly as the dusty sunlight creeps through my bedroom curtains.
The warmth of the rising sun snuggles with me as I come into conciousness.
My life is clear and fresh and new.
What shall I make of it?
Shall I get out of bed?
Shall I roll over and call in sick, and go to the movies?
Shall I find a new job?
Shall I find a wife?
Shall I write a song, and become a rock star?
Shall I write a screenplay, and win an Oscar?
Shall I hike to the top of a mountain?
Shall I move to the coast?
Shall I move to Europe?
It's good to know that the possibilities are limitless.
But, I think I'll just get up and go to work.


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