on the road

crossroads, past-quarterlife life crisis, in limbo, restlessness, impatience, however way you wanna call such perplexing feeling that lingers whacks me more frequently than ever. shantaram says, fate always gives you two choices, the one you should take, and the one you do. and strangely enough, i come across in the most unlikely place, an article about on the road's 50th anniversary. and i start remembering the mad ones, those who are mad to live, mad to talk, wanting everything at the same time. the ones who never yawn and burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. and then you stop and think. are those the same ones who want too many things, who get all confused runnning from one falling star to another until they drop? those who have nothing to offer except their own confusion? Publish Post