February 27, 2005
TAKEN:
The Road (Dana Gioia, January 2005, Crisis)
He sometimes felt that he had missed his lifePosted by Orrin Judd at February 27, 2005 2:44 PM
By being far too busy looking for it.
Searching the distance, he often turned to find
That he had passed some milestone unaware,
And someone else was walking next to him,
First friends, then lovers, now children and a wife.
They were good company—generous, kind,
But equally bewildered to be there.He noticed then that no one chose the way—
All seemed to drift by some collective will.
The path grew easier with each passing day,
Since it was worn and mostly sloped downhill.
The road ahead seemed hazy in the gloom.
Where was it he had meant to go, and with whom?
Funny. I feel totally the opposite. It seemed to me that everybody else knew exactly where to go and what to do without thinking about it.
I never could figure out why people took the road they did because some of the other roads usually looked better to me.
Because of this, I have hardly ever felt part of the human condition. It doesn't bother me, but society seems to abhor a loner, or free spirit as I prefer to look at it, much as it abhors a vacuum.
Can't do much good to worry about it, so I won't.
Posted by: erp at February 27, 2005 3:44 PM