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an autobiography in 5 short chapters


12/12/2008 10:41:44 AM

This isn't mine. It's written by Anonymous, that prolific bastard.

Chapter One:

I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in... I am lost... I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two:

I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in, again I can't believe I am in the same place. But it isn't my fault! It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three:

I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it there. I still fall in..it's a habit..but my eyes are open. I get out immediately.

Chapter Four:

I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.

Chapter Five:

I walk down a different street.

This came to me with a bunch of AA literature, however I think it's applicable to most anything in life.

We can get bogged down in anger or hate or depression. Those can be highly addicting, in their own way.

Sometimes there are people in our lives or jobs or habits that we just cannot quite let go, for one reason or another.

We can feel overwhelmed, trapped and desperate.

This makes me look at Robert Frost's, 'A Road Not Taken' in a totally different light.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Not all addictions are obvious.


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