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The thin threads of fate

The question that I pose is thus. What is fate and how does it act? Is it in fact what we have always viewed to be? An in escapable all consuming accumilative event that happens when and where it wills. Or is it something crafted with our own shaky, fragile hands even as flawed as they may be? I guess it depends on the preference of the individual that is laid victim to such an ideaology. I choose to think that it is a nicely, carefully, but ever so fragile construct of the the melding of the two. Even so we can pick freedom over all other options. The freedom to throw off the chains of fate, the bonds of the gold threads woven by those cruel dealers. We can choose to write the pages with our own wills. We can create the days and numbers if we so desire. We ourselves weave the thin threads of fate.

So I had weight-ins today for my job and have discovered that I have gained 10 pounds and am up to 189. This being said I have decided to go on a diet or try to turn the sludge into a six pack. I was doing well until someone brought in the schones, fudge, pie, ice cream, white chocolate pretzels. So needless to say i caved. but I did have a back up plan and that was to make sure to fill peoples plates more full than mine so that I could excuse such a back slide. Is this lazy or just poor practice?

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“The world spins madly on”

I woke up and wished that I was dead.

With an aching inside my head

I lay motionless in bed

I thought of you and where you’d gone

and let the world spin madly on

Everything I said I’d do

Like make the world brand new

and take the time for you

I just got lost and slept right threw the dawn

and the world spins madly on

I let the day go by

I always say goodbye

I watch the stars from my window seal

the whole world is moving and I am standing still

I woke up and wished that i was dead

With and aching inside my head

I lay motionless in bed

The night is here and the day is gone

and the world spins madly on

I thought of you and where you’d gone

and the world spins madly on.

Sometimes they dont all work out

Sometimes crushes dont always work. Even though your heart flutters you legs fail to move you. That emotional response of wonderment fallowed by all the cues that come natural to us all. I dont know quite where I am going with this. It is primarily a rough draft for me to work with and mold into a more cohesive string of words and sentences. And at the moment i would be very jubilous if tumblr had a spell check feature so that I could come off with a more intectual platform for my current babbling. Long rant short. Why cant it just workout once with someone and stay that way. It is rediculous how often things tend to fall through. When i am just a guy looking for a good lady. but we all cant get what we want now can we. FML. Will work more on this later and clean up all the loose ends. Suggestions?

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For the first time in a long time I finally have begun to do the things that I have always desired in life. I have gone to places and done things that I never imagined that I could. My new life has been full of positive steps and experiences that I will hold dear forever. Ever since parting from my old path a brand new day full of life has taken place of the old.

Three Days Grace - Bitter Taste.

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