Choices, Choices…

Let’s assume that the number of choices one can reasonably make in life is infinite yet finite. Let’s assume that choices made in life derive monumental influences. Let’s assume that the choices we make subsequently shape our very being, dictating the essence of the lives we lead. In fact…let us assume nothing, nor disregard the magnitude of choices, but rather acknowledge its authenticity and validity…for it is by the gift of existence, that the curse of choice precedes us.

And so with each choice we make, moment by moment, in a vast thick cloud of decision-making, do we realize that with every choice there is an accepting of the chosen path, and the leaving behind of a road not taken…knowing, or rather; never knowing all the things that might have happened had we made a choice differently. The lives we choose to lead, the people we take comfort in, a growth of a relationship, a slender secret let out, anything that even remotely has an immense outcome on ones life for that matter…but perhaps, it is of most detriment that when we are presented with a choice, we choose to simply avoid making its decision…all for the sole purpose to preserve self denial, knowing well enough that when it comes to choices, the mind and heart may never fully coexist.

A choice is a risk, a risk that is followed by responsibility. Sometimes the known, however unsatisfactory, may be better than the unknown for those driven by fear…and by this fear, we set out portraying our plastic smiles…but when in fact, all there is- is self disguise. They say that the human heart is weak, feeble or even anemic… and that it is of great importance that we shield ourselves from choices which include elements of risks, but I put it to you… even when we try to avoid making choices by doing nothing, that by itself is a decision per se. I have no qualms in accepting that I’ve made a wrong choice in life, but I would hate to wake up one day and regret the choices that I’ve fail to have made. Aristotle went so far as to assume we will and must pursue more than thought itself, or we will die. “To do is to be”, he said…and if so, are we not really left with one notion of choice, and that is…

…This is where we examine ourselves and find an answer…