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Path Finder

05:01, Wednesday, February 20, 2008 .. 6 comments .. Link

Life is about choices. The choice you make will determine which path your future will take. Some paths will turn out rosy and have you skipping down the yellow brick road, while others will take you down complicated twists and turns, with probably an ambiguous cat with a tendency to grin maniacally or even a tea party thrown in.

Imagine a man.

As far as a man is concerned, he is like any typical man. A house to call a home, beautiful wife, kids that thinks that he’s a hero. As far as life goes, he’s arrived at so many crossroads that his indicator lights have gone, aha, blinkers.

And like any typical man, he would plot and plod along without a map. Willy-nilly he would go this way and that way. Often he would meet the Cheshire Cat; others would take him to the Mad Hatter’s party. Once or twice the road would take him down the yellow brick road.

Now he is on one of those yellow brick road. Or so he hopes. The one thing that people do not realize about a brick road is that it is often bumpier than say, a road that is paved with good-intentions. He would like to get off the brick road, but of course, would want to steer away from the road that would bring him to a very very sunny place. He would like to get on a highway of some sorts, but he’s not keen on fast tracking himself to his ultimate destination. Speed kills, and he is kind of attached to his life at the moment.

Tired of letting Fate roll the dice for him, he decided to do the unthinkable; he stopped and asks for directions.

In front of him are three paths, which will ultimately spawn into millions of multi-universe. Old Man Time, in his huge gas-guzzling SUV, looms large in his rearview mirror, so he is forced to make a decision as to which universe should he make tangible.

The first path will create a universe of security. He could be financially secured, earning him enough to cover his domestic bills, buy his beautiful wife some sexy clothes that barely qualifies as clothes due to its inability to cover much, which would probably lead to another hero worshipper. But the path is riddled with meetings, constant phone calls, ridiculously long hours placating people, resulting in spending most of his time doing something other than well, creating another disciple for example. Not to mention the stress of talking to people who never fail to get intoxicated every night, resulting of endless hours of listening to their yapping.

The second path creates a universe of fulfillment. In this universe, he could be free to do what he wants. He’ll be traveling with like-minded people, who are fun to be around with as well. He’ll have less stress to deal with and he would not need to spend so much time away from his beautiful wife and his minions. Granted, he won’t have such a heavy wallet and some juggling would be needed to entertain the crowds consisting of men with thick briefcases and thin watches, but he thinks he’ll be happier. The fact that he’ll be on a road that will require some participation in an ass-kissing competition doesn’t bother him much, being one who is not inclined to kiss any derriere soon, or anytime anyway.

The third path is being built at the moment, he would need to walk in order to take it, but it will create an unknown universe. A new universe. This as yet nameless universe will take him away. Away from his beautiful wife and his groupie. All two of them (the groupie, not his wife). This universe sings of promises that he should buy another wallet, or probably two. This universe is so full of promises that if it burps, it smells of roses. He is wary of this universe, having believing these types of promises before and finding out that it is not really his type. These promises are the type that needs a good looking. Preferably from a safe distance.

Imagine a man.

He has a road map covering half of his windscreen. He’s leaning out the window and asking you “Excuse me, could you please point me in the right direction, please?”

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Posted on Wednesday, February 20, 2008 by elisataufik

and the cat grins and plays a tune on his teeth.

cliche, but,
look in your heart and ask what do you really want?
the answer in there it will be.
And also try to pick the road that will tempt you to sin less. That always helps.

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Posted on Wednesday, February 20, 2008 by oflionandbear

mungkin kah garmin dapat membantu?

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Posted on Thursday, February 21, 2008 by TulisJe

I always tell my husband, "The money will come. Job satisfaction is more important than what it pays."

When you're happy with what you're doing, the rest will fall into place. Are you learning something new? Are you being challenged? Are you happy and revved up to go to work? If the answer to all that is "yes" then you've found what you're looking for.

Jomlah kita ramai-ramai tulis crappy Cerekerama scripts. Crappy but smart..boleh?

nice piece of work.

Posted on Thursday, February 21, 2008 by mosh

beautifully written i'd have to say.

it is definitely not a sign of weakness for any man to ask for direction. but ultimately, it is your own life you're dealing with and you'd be the one living your own life. while others can give some kind of directions and opinions about your chosen path(s), the answer will still have to come from you. look deep inside your heart and you will find the answer.

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Posted on Thursday, February 21, 2008 by theotheraj

cool!

i am that reindeer looking straight at that pair of headlights (lampu kereta, not boobs).

well written ..

Posted on Friday, February 22, 2008 by gartblue

reading this, I think you already know your chosen path. you maybe just need to see them in writing for you to confirm what you know all along.

a job gets you money but one that rewards you immense satisfaction is hard to come by.

go grab, man!

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