“I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong, if you play that song with the funky break.” Someday, somewhere, someone, is gonna whisper a little Bruce in your ear.
I like Bruce, America’s poet and all, but don’t kid yourself, that verse didn’t just fall out of the sky. It’s temptation calling and when the whisper comes it’ll be calling you. When you hear it expect to be standing square in the headlights, eyes blazing and mind racing. It’s decision time. You’ll need to make a choice and therefore pay a price. And the shit is real…
You will do what you will so all I can say is remember that there are no guarantees and plenty of consequences. Upside/downside. Things can go either way and often in ways you can’t yet see, call that the other side. When I heard the whisper way back when I decided to crank up the volume and it cost me a couple of years, decades really. Sure, it’s easy to justify with a shrug of the shoulder and a wink of the eye, after all, “nothing ventured, nothing gained” as they say. But what you don’t hear, in the quiet moments, is the desperate realization that often follows, “but at such cost…”
It takes time to understand that you only see collateral damage in the rearview mirror. In the moment you see you but the folks around you are a bit fuzzy. Plus, it’s really hard to hear when so much is happening and you’re all caught up in the hurricane. It’s so loud, and boy, can those hard winds blow. Know that eventually others come into focus.
If I could I would, but I can’t so I won’t. I have no answers. I can tell you there are two paths: one will leave you exalted, the other in despair. There’s a third but you can’t see it until you have a few more miles on the odometer. So, for now, you’ll have to choose.
“Turn you on sonny to something strong” is lyrical code for “more.” More. Can you handle it? Do you need it? Really want it? More. It’s oh, so, tempting.
And there’s one other thing to consider: the stakes are really high. See, there’s no turning back. When you come around and wonder which way leads back home, comes “take a right at the light, keep goin’ straight until night, and then, boy, you’re on your own…”
– Phew…Greetings from Asbury Park, a hat tip to the voices in Bruce’s head (and mine). Godspeed->
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