A warning

This is just a warning, for the few that ever stumble upon this message. This is the writings of a crazy man, probably bi-polar. schizophrenic? I certainly hope not. although sometimes I feel like most of the random jargon I pump out in my daily routine just feels like a giant word salad.

I am at the Ericson's stage of my life where I am supposed to find my identity. what if I am afraid of what I predict to come? What am I going to call myself? Dom the starving artist? Dom the drug fiend? Or is there more to the picture? Dom the almost botanist, but full on drop out. Dom the almost criminal, but only a minor offender. I started out a menace so what do I become? A full blown terrorist? I wish it was that easy, I wish that the world played to our strengths but it doesn't.

wait. . . . who am I talking to here? Myself, or my future children?

Maybe you were right Joey, I am the rotten seed. I hope you continue to get everything handed to you your whole life. Everyone deserves that at least for a while. Just know that it drains me like a twisted rag, robbed of its essence so that it can be shoved face first into a wine stain.

I still feel like a child, I probably will until I move out. Whatever that means.

But I will satisfy my promise to myself, I will pursue my goals with everything I have got. If I fail then I will just admit defeat, withdraw my cards from the deck and say, "I tried my best." Whether or not that is good enough is up to chance. Chance is as bittersweet as it gets, chance can tell you that if you succeeded it was only luck. Predestination could be worse I suppose. But I firmly believe that luck is when preparation meets opportunity.

So I could be known for three things; Dom who had his chance but didn't take it, Dom who had a chance and thrived from it, or Dom who never got his chance and tried until utter failure. Ah, the sweet song of a failed musician. What other choice does he have but to play onward?

I have become the jester in the kings court once again. I have come around full circle, better fly straight when the clouds clear.