Sylvia Plath Quote : Friday, Dec. 13, 2002 @ 5:14 pm

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, was a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was E Gee, the amazin editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attilla and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offebeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkled and go black, and one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet".

-The Bell Jar
Slyvia Plath

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