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[Quote This] - September
Sep. 25th, 2008 11:03 amYou are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you. -- James Lane Allen
He can look back on the path he has taken and see each step along the way. Those who think he doesn't know himself, doesn't recognize any wrong turns, doesn't realize why he is how he is and how he could be different, do not grasp the perspective he has. They cannot, perhaps, but whatever the reason, they are wrong, in that.
He knows.
Each step, each turn, each plan, each love, each life, each death, each new beginning, each ending, he still sees them all, burned across his memory, stretching behind him. They have brought him here, as surely as time itself. There he could have thought something else. Here he could have made a different choice. He could have gone right instead of left. He could have gone. He could have stayed. He could have sought vengeance in a different way. He could have chosen to forgive.
And now he has failed again, and there are new choices to make, new thoughts that spin inside his head in the confines of his new cell where there is nothing to do but plan and think and die. That he will escape, he has no doubt. That there will be a choice to make then, he knows. That the choice he makes will determine which new path he will set out on, he is aware.
But what that choice will be, even he does not know.
He can look back on the path he has taken and see each step along the way. Those who think he doesn't know himself, doesn't recognize any wrong turns, doesn't realize why he is how he is and how he could be different, do not grasp the perspective he has. They cannot, perhaps, but whatever the reason, they are wrong, in that.
He knows.
Each step, each turn, each plan, each love, each life, each death, each new beginning, each ending, he still sees them all, burned across his memory, stretching behind him. They have brought him here, as surely as time itself. There he could have thought something else. Here he could have made a different choice. He could have gone right instead of left. He could have gone. He could have stayed. He could have sought vengeance in a different way. He could have chosen to forgive.
And now he has failed again, and there are new choices to make, new thoughts that spin inside his head in the confines of his new cell where there is nothing to do but plan and think and die. That he will escape, he has no doubt. That there will be a choice to make then, he knows. That the choice he makes will determine which new path he will set out on, he is aware.
But what that choice will be, even he does not know.
