Every day we are faced with a myriad of choices. Everything from whether to hit the snooze button or get up, all the way through to whether to wait for the next ad or go to bed now, and thousands in between.
Most of the choices we make each day we don't even realise we are making. Do we overtake this car or not? Do we have lunch now or when we feel a bit more hungry? Which pair of undies do we pick up to wear? Do we brush that stray hair out of our face with our hand or flick our head?
Recently some people I know have made choices.
Some made huge, drawn out and carefully weighed decisions.
Some made miniscule decisions they probably didn't even realise they were making.
Regardless of the perceived importance of their choices, these decisions impacted their lives immensely. Some with fantastic results. Some with catastrophic outcomes.
Either way, for better or worse, their lives were altered, irreversibly.
In light of these events, I have made some conscious choices of my own.
And it has become apparent that there are more I need to make.
But tell me please, interwebians, when faced with a choice between this:
and this:
why the fuck do I find it hard?
Perhaps I'm afraid of being happy?
Perhaps I see that paradise has its downside, whilst inside a cardboard box can be hidden a great treasure?
Or perhaps,
perhaps,
maybe I'm just scared of having no more excuses?
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Choices
Posted by Epskee at 6:39 PM
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2 comments:
Maybe you're curious as to whats in the cardboard box? Does it come wrapped in anyhintg? Is there a bow on it?
Or maybe you're not too sure what either will be like when achieved. Will there be a pile of horseshit in the box?? Or will paradise be a mosquito infested pit when you actually get there, nothing like the brochure said??
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