A Road Less Traveled

I remember reading a poem in middle school by Robert Frost. "Two Roads". Funny how some things stick in your mind and some slip as easily as sand through your fingers. Maybe it was because we had to memorize and recite the poem for class. (Terrifying experience) I'd like to think it is because I believed its message. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. 

Or two career paths? 

Two girls?

 Two movies? 

How do we make a decision? Do we listen to friends? Family? People who have been their before? How do we decide where we go when we walk out the door.

Deadlines.

Schedules.

Responsibilities.

It's hard to be self pitying with a bronze spoon in your mouth, 

but there has to be something more.

The small moments in life are what we live for. Sometimes all it takes is an appreciation for what we see. Fast, moonlit bike rides along the sandy road next to the beach. The world doesnt reveal itself differently to us. One need only look to appreciate how the moon's light changes all the water into silver on the right kind of evenings. 

Riding a bike can be very therapeutic. The steady hum of your tires over pavement, the cool breeze in your face. It gives you time to think. Time to meditate on your life. The next time you are faced with a decision, take a different turn. Try something new. 

"You miss 100% of the shots you don't take"

What happens Next?

The car ride back was a quiet affair. The memories of the weekend filled our heads. We all wanted to go back.

“Turn left here” said Angela, breaking the silence and shaking me from my thoughts.

“I can’t believe it’s already over”

“I know, it feels like we were just pulling up on Thursday and its Monday morning already”

I couldn’t think of anything to add, so I nodded my head and stared out the window. I notice three cows walking in the field. We don’t have cows in my town. I wonder if they could hear the music this weekend too.

“Dude do you remember those lasers!? And that stage was incredible. It looked like a Scorpion!”

“Yeah and that guy who climbed up on the light tower, I couldn’t believe it! Everyone was freaking out hoping he wouldn’t fall…”

“Ugh Take me back I just want to stay forever!”

“Don’t be sad that its over, be happy that it happened”

All I can think of is the class I have to go to in a few hours. I scroll through my reading "Work to Text" and wonder if Roland Barthes would have enjoyed a music festival. I imagine his idea that work is an object of consumption could easily apply to our society today. All we do is consume. People need a little more love and a little less capitalism. People need to question more. I don't know the solution to the problems, but I know first we need to get mad.

It’s time to wake up.

“In terms of the spaceship earth, the wrong crew is in command, and it is time for a mutiny”

-Mayan Indian

"In any civilized society, it is every citizen's responsibility to obey just laws. But at the same time, it is every citizen's responsibility to disobey unjust laws."

-Martin Luther King Jr.

"The prestige of government has undoubtedly been lowered considerably by the prohibition law. For nothing is more destructive of respect for the government and the law of the land than passing laws which cannot be enforced. It is an open secret that the dangerous increase of crime in this country is closely connected with this."

-Albert Einstein