To Hell With The Consequences

I went out to the old house today to pick up another carload of what is left to move. As I pulled up to the house, I got a very unusual feeling. My house, the one that I have lived in the last 9 years was suddenly just that, my house. It was no longer my home.

It seemed rather cold and empty as I walked in. My brothers room is exactly the same, but the rest of the house was empty and had an echo to it. There were various items scattered about the place where I had tossed them when deciding they were not worthy of becoming part of my new home. My brother, being the lazy person he is has not done any cleaning and a layer of dust covered everything and a trail of dirt led directly to his room. The place just looked shabby and sad.

I loaded up my car with a load of various things, chatted with my brother for a bit and then I was on my way. I had a new home now. A place where I have decided to plant myself for the next little while as my life transitions into whatever the next chapter unfolds to be like. You see, it is not the building that makes a home a home, but it is how you feel about a place that makes it home.

I sit here in what is now comfortable settings, surrounded by boxes containing the remnants of the last chapter of life, and ponder about the new direction I have embarked upon. I could have stayed where I was for longer and let the whole repo process play itself out, but I am not like that. When I choose a direction to go in, I move. I don’t sit and wait for destiny to push me yon and hither. I take destiny by the horns and shepherd it like a cow to the slaughter. It is the only way.

In life, you can either choose your path, or the path will choose you. We may not know where that path leads, but we can certainly walk down it in boldness rather than sit at the crossroads confused. When we don’t like that path we can always leave it behind and blaze our own trail into the unknown as well. But if you are going to do it, do it. Going half way never gets you to the end of the path, only to the places you have already been.

Alas, though I wax philosophical in this moment as I stare out at the neighbors garden and watch the little birds and squirrels at play, there is reality that we must face. I say face that reality dead on and strive forward boldly into your future, to hell with the consequences.