It's rare that a weekend away changes you. Sometimes it gives you a glimmer of possibilities, of romance and adventure and new life. Sometimes it casts a heavy shadow on the places at home you already suspected were breeding darkness. Sometimes the shadow stretch across the areas you thought were bathed in light.
Life is confusing. We sit in such a delicate balance between beauty and tragedy, mostly unaware of the precarious nature of our position until the balance shifts. And it shifts so quickly and easily.
I know more than ever the future I want. I know more than ever that I can't keep putting off my calling - the calling I feel - for obligations. I'd rather have nothing than an endless supply of the wrong thing. I'd rather have a chance to try.
I don't want to be wrong.
