Choices

What Would You Do?
Originally uploaded by A little obscure...

When I look at this picture, I'm reminded of a fork in the road and the choices I've made recently. I don't think I would change a thing and am happy for the path that I've taken. It has made me a stronger person.


I quote Robert Frost, one of my favorite poets:



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Inaction in Action...

Inaction in Action...
Originally uploaded by A little obscure...

Amanda is my world, so to speak. She is not my daughter, per se, but my girlfriend's daughter. We've been together for three years. I see Amanda as my own though, and care and love her as though we share the same blood.

True fathering is not the physical act of planting a seed, it is the conscious decision to tend and nourish the seedling. Real fathering is not biological-it is the conscious choice to build an unconditional and unbreakable connection to another human being. Once that choice is made, it cannot be unmade.

She started dating a boy back in February. Two months into the relationship they had sex. She was 15 at the time. Need I say more?

I completely lost it with her when I found out. My world had ended. I felt like this little girl I adore and love so much was violated and forced to grow up much faster than she should. I tried being a parent to her because she said that's what she wanted. Now she doesn't want to have anything to do with me. She can't see past her nose and all she cares about is this boy. She said she doesn't love me anymore. I know she said this out of spite and to be hurtful. It worked.

First for me

I've never done a web log before. Isn't it so passé now? I guess it doesn't really matter. This is more for myself than anything else. My head has been filled with thoughts lately and I've been writing them in my diary. These past nine months have been exhausting (I'll go into more detail later). I've found that writing and photography has been a welcome distraction for me. Since this is my first post I'll keep it short for now.