The rule of the rail

I'm in one of those dangerously introspective moods where I have myself semi-convinced that I will be stuck on this transitory hell forever, and will never, without resorting to bribery, graft and corruption get the signature I need on a letter to Brassard et compagnie.

I can be a very emotional person at times, sometimes a very logical and dispassionate person at others, and occasionally a deadly combination of the two where I think emotionally and act dispassionately. Over the past few days this has manifested itself in the belief that I will have to move to Vancouver in order to achieve my goals. Yuck - the prospect of relocating and starting a new job in my situation is less than appealing.

Oh well - that's just background stuff and I'll deal with it. The real point here is that life is about choices - some that we make, some that others make for us. Either way, most of the choices that we make are simplistic yes/no, left/right, 1/0 logical branches in direction. Sure, they mean seem traumatic at the time (and that's probably because they are) but looking at them dispassionately, well, get off the pot and make your choice, see where it takes you.

Don't want to make the decision? Fair enough as some can wait - others, however have consequance even if you just waffle and acquiesece to the unstoppable forces of time. 

Think of a train rolling down a track towards a switch in the tracks - someone can set the switch or the train can just be allowed to roll along and go in the direction that the switch is set in. Perfect - just like us?

Nope - trains have safety devices to stop them from derailing, from running off the end of the track, and the tracks all lead in a relatively useful direction.

Yup - choices, I have find them, analyze them, and follow one of them.

A dial-up unfriendly photograph that illustrates my thoughts lurks beyond the cut. 

( snippy snip )