all paths up the mountain lead to goats.

“There are hundreds of paths up the mountain,
all leading in the same direction,
so it does not matter which path you take.
The only one wasting time is the one
who runs around and around the mountain,
telling everyone that his or her path is wrong”- A Hindu Teaching

I read this somewhere a while back. It might have been on a forum somewhere, but I can’t be pressed to remember it. Hell, I can’t even be pressed to remember what I had for lunch today. For the record, I’ve been sick with this cold from Hades for the third time since September, and my body needed sleep. Glorious sleep! Beautiful sleep! Yay for sleep! I didn’t have lunch, technically, because I didn’t get up until 1:00pm. I ate some toast at 3:00pm. Holy Fuck a Crispy Duck! I live a very exciting life.

Oh yes. Where was I? I don’t remember.

Erm. Yes. That thingy I quoted. Simple, but undeniably true.

The path I walk is a very unorthodox one, and I know that. I’m not going to kid myself into thinking it’s something it’s not. This past year of looking deeper and more open about it has been good for me in a lot of ways. I don’t have all the answers… but I’m enjoying the hell out of the climb. I don’t like mountains because I think that it entails Flatlanders wearing North Face Jackets in a non-ironic manner. Stay on the plains, Flatlanders. Get your ass off my mountain! And stop molesting my mountain goats! They’re sensitive creatures.

I don’t know what any of that means, but assume that it is either silly, profound, or a mix of both.

I like beer and cold medicine. Wheeeeee!