Impulse
I always think before acting. Almost always. I think of consequences, of things that matter, but matter is worthless, as I always find out. Sometimes the pain is unsurmountable. Sometimes I pay because I take my time. Mostly it backfires. Yet still I’m cautious, still I think, still I over-analyze, and still I pay. A matter of habit maybe, a lack of courage possibly, but what matters is not the reason. The effects are usually bad, occasionally the same. Yet rarely does this caution allow me to avoid the pitfalls, and even more rarely does it lead to favorable conditions. I know that somethings should always be done cautiously.But to-date, the few times that I’ve gone all out, the few times that I’ve thrown caution to the wind, the few times that I acted on pure emotion….those were the few times that I was really happy… then I usually go and fuck things up again.
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.”
Robert Herrick
CARPE DIEM baby!!!