Wednesday, August 6, 2008 @ 12:41 AM
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
-LOTR 1, The Fellowship of the Ring
Meaningful poem, composed by the great J.R.R Tolkien. There's just something about it that draws me to it.
Decision. There're always pros and cons to whichever side you take. Sometimes, it's better not to have come across a particular subject and have to make a decision over it than to have any knowledge of it at all.
Now I don't know what I'd do. I want to go, but there're a million things holding me back. But I'd eventually move. I'm dying to. Damn it man. Just stop thinking about it, stupid.
Relax. There's still time.
