Not to neglect the importance of salad. But some decisions are harder, and the hardest ones tend to show up when your brain is as fucked up as possible.
I wish hard decisions would have the decency to show up when you at least are able to think with a reasonably normal capacity. The more you think, the harder it gets and that symbolic dressing of life you finally chose may come with consequences you couldn’t think of and can’t handle.
When I’m writing this I realize that I do wish our inner feelings, love and dreams were like salad. It can be cut, tossed or chopped - but never broken. No matter which dressing we choose.
Anyway, I’ve bought a ticket to the future. Right or wrong… I don’t know.
It might just become Blue Cheese of it all.
// T.
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Tony,
There is no right or wrong in this case.
Go where LOVE is.
/Uncle T.
But the thing is that our goals, dreams and hearts can be
broken,
shredded,
and shattered.
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