You can't have your cake....

....and eat it. I've never understood this... what's the point of cake if you don't have it to eat?? Who does cake just to look at it? A hypertensive diabetic on the nudge of caridac arrest? A deeply tortured anorexic? I'm with Marie A. on this one, but I think the balance 27 million (?) is because I can't choose between my cakes. It's being ambushed by the unexpected. It's the contradiction of beliefs and ideas. Both equally strong, but diametrically opposed. An oxymoron of life. Does that even make sense? Wanting it all, and wanting none of it? Actually, I lie. It's wanting it all, but trying to fit in all the divergent refractions into a single point. That can't happen - any more than you can send light back to it's source. I guess that's why it's unsettling.... you're heading in one direction, rather pleased with yourself, when the river meanders off into the unknown. You want to go there, but without giving up your original course, always seeking what's around the next bend. Hmmmm. Doesn't work like that, does it. Well, just because it doesn't work like that, isn't enough to stop you from trying your damndest to make it work so you can do both! Right. This nicely rounds up why I'm in a foul mood. I haven't a clue how to do both and I'm too stubborn to let go of either. The conflict will just have to handle itself.....I'm off to plan my relaxing Nile cruise - well not so relaxing given that those two words now trigger off deeply distrubing images of Miss Marple - is nothing sacred?! Therapy will have to wait. I have an irate client to soothe by previous appointment.... what can I say... it's been an early start!