� Free your shape � 2002-01-01 � 10:08 a.m. �
My brother put it well last night....
This year cannot be any better than the last.... You cannot be more prosperous... more beatuiful... more thankful or more giving... You can't force that upon yourself. You cannot force yourself to smile more, or fight more or be more than you are.... One digit in the name of a year will not change your course... you cannot make yourself walk a straight path when for now the path tangles... Nothing changes more tonight or tomorrow than it did the nights before... It's another day, another night, another year... with the excuse to party...
So change your life when you're ready to... I guess the extra ordinary (and by that I mean WAY TOO ordinary) and the way of the Joneses drive me.
This world is covered with grass much too tall to see through... what type of person spends their life looking for the common path... for one his friends and family have walked a thousand times before... That route is the longest one of all... it has tripped them up time and again... but still he spends all the good years of his life looking for it... walking it... tripping and scrapping his knee....
There's a better path yet... one that no one's walked... one without the digs of another man's heal.... one without ditches caused by the acid of another man's rain... So the grass is high... and the light at the end... it's very hard to see... you doubt it's there... who cares.... it's a better way... it's a shorter way... it's your way... Take that way... and you will get there.
One woman bears three children in that grass... I'll be damned if I'll wait for someone else to carve my way.
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