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This thought came to me the other day while I was sitting around with Melissa, Kate and David.
There have been many things weighing heavily on my mind lately, and in the middle of a round of "golf"
(one of our newer card games - thanks to Jay), this question just consumed my thoughts.
I pondered as we continued to play, trying to put every aspect of my being into focus and looking
at my life as if a group of outsiders, each with a different perspective.
The Idealist wondered why I hadn't chosen to become a doctor or lawyer. I had been fully capable to
do either one, and I could be "doing so much more" with my life. I didn't lack the intelligence or commitment.
But that was not the path I chose.
The Dreamer wondered why I hadn't stayed true to my call as an artist. I had displayed so much
potential growing up to put vision and emotion to paper and form. I would stay awake long nights with
my imagination running freely and my hand recording as fast as it could. My artwork ran through every
part of my life...my girlfriends, my teachers, my customers, my relatives all had small parts of me as
an artist. But this path was also turned from somewhere along the way.
The Deviant questioned why my rebellious side had not played a larger role. There was no doubt a mean streak
running through me - a part that delighted in "sticking it to the man." I could have chosen an easy life that
someone else could pick up the bill for. I could definitely play the underhanded mastermind - the trickster - but
I chose not to follow that path as well.
The path I chose was one of adventure - always following my heart despite what anyone said - and though I've
weathered some rough times, I've never regretted anything and can truly say I'm happy where I'm at today.
I chose the right path. And I'm proud of that.