Red pill or blue pill?

This blog is very hit and miss, that I freely admit. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but mostly (I hope) readable. From now on I plan to wait until I have something to say, no matter how ridiculous. That might be daily, might be weekly, I don't know. I need a muse. Some inspiration. A change. Or to be at least moving towards a change. It is after all the time for resolutions. I am sure I will let you in on mine shortly, but not today.

The daily routine is a grind. Not terribly exciting, nor terrible, just a normal, average existence. But as we become entrenched in routine, life whizzes by like Rosie O' Donnell running after an ice-cream truck. What you do when faced with this issue will most likely determine, and I don't mean to get too philosophical here, the satisfaction you obtain from rest of your life. You either accept it as unchangeable, settle for the average and make the best of it, or you don't. You dig your head out of the sand, clear your eyes and take the path less travelled. Of course, this is the riskier move, and it's the reason more people don't take it. There is no middle-ground; you either become a millionaire living off a luxury yacht in the Caribbean, or you follow your dreams, watch them get crushed and land up preparing the millionaire's martini before rushing below to scrub the deck. I suppose you're getting a tan either way. It's a tough choice, but a necessary one. The sooner you make it, the better.