Looking back at who I have been, I have never given up on things. Things are to me as a bone is to a dog. But then, those things have never been bilateral where I am the only party.
I always rue the fact that in hindsight I've always felt I was right and should have pushed my point further.
But this is a crossroad that I have not encountered. And I don't know what to do. There is no devil to sell my soul to. There is no surprise trick that I can muster to get on top of things.
So what IS left to do? Put on a brave face and face the music letting it become a past where I feel, looking back to it, that I stuck to propriety and feel good about it?
'how far can you run when the world is round
To end up where your tail is found'
I once wrote.
