Perspective Forks in Any Road We Choose

     Now it wasn't necessarily that I wasn't sleeping, but my mind was churning as it so often does, when I kept perusing thoughts about how one catches, chooses or just plain by ignoring personal histories challenges we all seem to choose to ascend or evolve along the paths that Robert Frost soliloquized verbally about.
      Yeah it's easy enough to chop or saw some logs in those awakened states or maybe even count sheep or have pillow fights with the person or persons of choice, but for me the ensuing neuron activity kept me lucidly placid enough to decipher what was coming next.
       I'm not saying some spiritual guide was giving me the poke every so often, but that nagging feeling we all have the choice to experience whatever we are most familiar with, either by education, design, genetics or just plain family history the offensive dis at ease perspectives, which we commonly label as one or more diseases.
       We can though surmise the purpose, make the change in attitude, and gain the perspective necessary to just experience for a short time, if time is really the right word, the moment of impact, it's evolution of process, and come out the other side and not linger as so many of us do, intentionally or otherwise, and become our normal, healthy selves again.
        It is hard to imagine it is that easy, but the truth comes effortlessly, after much soul searching, factual inputs which come from lots of research or again, that pesky nuisance time, where after all, it could come and go in an instant, and certainly after the dis at ease moment passes, it always seems as though it was never there, except for the physical, emotional or spiritual scars that remain.  Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me, cause it's early jingle jangle come mourning time, and there ain't no place I'm going to....that refrain of it's all wrapped up in that Traveling Salvation Show, Good Golly Miss Molly.  Where upon we all realized we opened up the door, stepped out into Robert Frost's multiple forks in the roads of Reality, and sang the praises of no longer coping with the original perspective of our momentary disease sequence of events.