A Decision

[tattooed wonder]

Should I stay or go?
Can I find the strength within me to start over
From scratch?

Do I really love him?
Or is it the idea of him?
Am I rebounding?

I don’t even know him
And yet I miss him
Desperately.

I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me
Like I am a calf trying desperately to take its first steps.
And I hate this feeling

I am a blind novice

Beginning again is romantic
It is a chance few have within an entire lifetime
I could re-invent myself and use my mistakes to guide me.

But somehow this doesn’t feel so romantic anymore
It feels like receiving the first real criticism
On my best painting.

Feeling like I am not good enough for anything
Thinking that I will be forever
Mediocre

And what is worse in life than
Never being extraordinary?
But just… simply…
Mediocre.

[_Shannon_]

Wow!- that's a sentiment I know...oh so, so well....you captured.

Did you mean for The Clash reference in the first line??

[goldenrod]

Sometimes I despair of love. Long periods of more or lesser despondency, as one inhabits a appropriate circle of hell provided by Dante, and the seemingly, oh so brief moments, of requitation!


goldenrod.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Sometimes I despair of love. Long periods of more or lesser despondency, as one inhabits a appropriate circle of hell provided by Dante, and the seemingly, oh so brief moments, of requitation!


goldenrod.

Well, we call a lot of things "love" when they might better be described by some other, more accurate terms, but here is not much nobility or grandeur in yearning for one's Corn Flakes and yet some of us, no doubt, would miss them like crazy if they were taken from us forever!