The Decision of A Lifetime

My future was a conundrum of vapor thoughts elevated by paper planes plainly speaking I was seeking paper but my sight was plane, searching for the mundane led me to the fast lane towards nowhere where I was told to hurry up and wait. All I had were stacks of plain white pages where forgotten thoughts might once had survived, instead they resided hovering amidst the smog of the contaminated L.A. sky. These pieces of blank papyrus yearned for the secrets held within my iris. I risked my life and almost met Osiris as I Overdosed in my living room to the overture wail of the sirens, as if proclaiming my return home. That was before I had received stationary stating I could be stationed at an educational institution, in the same state where they signed the constitution; the only form of preparation required was to make my high school graduation, my next immediate conclusion. Old news was the gifts god had given me, but this new news was a shift that could save me, cause me to remove the noose I had placed over my neck, in an effort to snap myself awake from the waking dream I slept walked since my father’s wake. This would come to me free of charge, but nothing is ever free of charge, there are always hidden fees in charge, that have the tendency to break through and barge, in right before you proclaim a win. Ironically not an hour later would flee before I received a piece of news that nearly made me spew my fathers’ sister’s stew for the goddess of my underworld knew that life grew within her womb. Hades confirmed that it wasn’t a maybe, a baby would soon drive us stir crazy and now I had to choose. I was a numb nuts, who thought he had nuts ‘cause he was getting consistent nuts and now my only rebuttal were a bunch of stuttering “but but buts…” I was stuck… I could leave as an apprentice, keep in touch through handwritten sentences full of sentiment, watch Aileen grow up through photographs, and brag to would be friends about being a dad, to a phantom child that I would treat as a fad. I would return 4 years later as an incompetent father who mastered his own ignorance but miss out on a daughter that would have since forgotten what she never knew about me. I could become everything I hated about my father, justify doing the right thing and become a scholar, or give up the opportunity to learn from books, live the college life and become astute. I was torn between two worlds. So I enrolled in the school of hard knocks and began pulling all nighters, traded books for changing diapers, worked 3 jobs and left the ciphers, lived with heyhey but didn’t wife her. It was 6 years before I went to UC Irvine, but trust me friends, I made peace with that, I’m fine. Now you’re probably wondering if I regret my choice. Well… I gained more than bearings by preserving my voice. I traded a potential life of current success through material excess; in order to raise my princess. And that is why I am rich beyond measure; this is my testimonial to how I gained my greatest treasure.