<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Option</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have decided not to be serious.<br>i like being lackadaisical, <br>sorrow-free, sadness-insulated, <br>to just let my depression<br>go and leave me for a while<br>something that i have not<br>accepted really, like the way<br>i keep on advising this <br>mentally-challenged neighbor<br>of mine who keeps on belittling<br>and humiliating her husband<br>in front of me, telling him<br>that he is no good, povery stricken pig<br>and that she wasted her time <br>on him, her beauty, intelligence, and youth<br> squandered on<br>the lazy bone as him, not of her own choosing, <br>that she was just empty and needing<br>some filling, crazy indeed, but </div><div style="margin:10px 0">let us start talking about myself, <br>i am bored and fed up<br>with so much lecturing and posturing<br>about my career and so ambitious<br>about climbing the ladder of success, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">did i not have too much? i ask<br>myself, did i not have too much for the taking? <br>fortune, fame, family, all the 'f's' and the </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'ifs', so many 'ifs' and it is making me<br>less of myself, undoing what i am, <br>looking at myself lesser, seeing always<br>that out there are the greener pastures, <br>comparing, and always in the mood<br>for change and something else, trying<br>to grab all the candies in the store.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i stop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is so much crowd in here, and<br>too much materialism, and less of the<br>spirit thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i retreat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is something to this world still<br>unexplored and misunderstood. i know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what is happiness? i know it. i know it.<br>i just don't have the time. i know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God passed me by. I did not even notice.<br>And i become sadder than ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485705" data-title="An Option de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i have decided not to be serious. i like being lackadaisical, sorrow-free, sadness-insulated, to just let my depression go and leave me for a while something that i have not accepted really, like the way i keep on advising this mentally-challen..."></div> </div> </div>

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