petermarcus

There are times to guide one's life, to make conscious choices knowing in advance that the choices, though necessary, will change everything. Then, there are times when one has no choice but to hang on and just ride things out. Fate resents the backseat driver.

There's something on the horizon of my life, sweeping in like dark, billowing clouds riding a front. There's a smell in the air like the metallic, smokey smell of snow about an hour before it starts to really come down.

The cliches are thick tonight, but I've had this prescient feeling several times; it usually comes before a big life change. I'm always better for it...and why not? It is because of the changes in my past that I'm the person I am today. Maybe that's not as dramatic as Nietzche, but then, neither am I.