A New Year
He sat in his fancy hotel with the fancy view of the fancy city completely exhausted and doing like most of the world, wondering what the year would bring for them. He questioned everything. And those questions only lead to more questions, and very few answers. What did he believe? What did he want? What was achievable? What should he give up on? Who should he give up on? The clock was getting louder now... the clock of life. He thought about the night before as he was out celebrating the end of one year and the start of the next. To his left, his best friend and what will likely be his wife. To his right, two young, beautiful women, giving eye contact that suggested there were things to be done. He could try and pretend that this was a fork in the road, as if it were really a difficult choice for him. He was who he was. And as much as he admired that other road, as much as he pretended to want it, and sometimes not pretend. He was always going to turn right. With a bitter joy he ...