They're playing that song from Layer Cake, the slow ballad with heavy strings and long notes when you realize that everyone's dead.
Strange.
I don't think I've heard that song anywhere else.
Which reminds me.
There was a day not long ago when someone's words were echoing in my head.
Well, maybe not words per se, but someone's idea of success was booming between my ears, and not in the good way.
It gave me an anxious unfulfilled air because my path and this idea, this image of success were two different things.
Not one in the same, no.
The success that they were larding, or at least that I saw in my mind was a career. A salary, a 9:00 to 5:00, a parking pass and casual Fridays and free weekends; a ladder and a five-year-plan, disposable income, five day getaways; you know, a career. It's a nice sounding idea, the comfort, the luxury down the road.
Me, I'm barely paying the bills every month.
Yet when I look back, as always, regret is hard to come by. The way things have laid out are shockingly (at least to me) fortunate. So I think I'll stick to the path.
Never look for something that you don't really want.
When times are trying, always remember what you asked for.
If I've learned anything in life, it's that one should never second guess himself; and power and influence are not one in the same.
In retrospect, the hard road is it's own reward. Remember that.
