Crossroads

What would you do if you had to make a choice between your career and love? Which would you pick and why?

Taking into consideration the current situation I unfold before you.

Like knowing there's so many things changing in your organization and the best boss you've ever had in the whole wide world, tells you he's leaving. And there's the possibility that he wants to take you along.

And you WANT to go along.

Cos the new boss is a difficult man and you don't really want to work for him. Not in a million fuckin years. Even if thats the last available job on earth.

Basically, you're just short of telling him to go fuck himself.

And the notion of life in an exotic, foreign land bewitches you. A better salary. The likelihood of an expat package. Maybe even flight allowances for your friends.

Finally...the chance to satiate your restless soul.

Finally...the opportunity to break away from the mundane shackles of life.

Then on the other hand, you suddenly think of him. Because someone planted the idea of romance in your head. This man, who potentially, could be the love of your life.

And you sit down and you really... start to wonder.

That maybe, this is it. Your one shot at love. Maybe your last, in the next 5 years.

Since you finally found someone whom you can talk to about everything and anything under the sun. And your gut feel tells you he's not listening only because he wants you in his bed, he listens because he's genuinely interested in your life.

And you know it, because he doesn't fall asleep while on the phone with you. You know it, cos he remembers every single detail about you.

And he supports your goals, and you find it uncanny how you both think alike and share similar dreams.

And at the back of your mind, you start to weigh the possibility of executing that two-year plan.

Cos you know its the start of something deep and meaningful, but you just haven't found a name for it. And even if things don't work out, you know you'll be really good friends. Of course, after lots of yelling and tearing his hair out, that is if you haven't already driven him mad.

Point is, you are just not done with this guy yet. And long-distance relationships are seriously out of the question.

And of course there's the bunch of family and friends you love oh so deep-deep, but you know they're happy for you whatever your choice is.

So what would you do if you have to make a choice?

You have your cake. It's right there. In your face. But you can't eat it.

And its not long before you have to decide if you want to die from excess salivation, due to prolonged ogling at cake, or if you want to find something else to eat.

Oh, I am so talking to God. Tonight.