Matter of choice
Today I feel everything is a matter of choice. Life is a matter of choice. We are a matter of choice. We never just happen. We MAKE things happen. We decide who we are or who we want to be. It’s that simple. We decide if we need of we are needed.We decide who we love, like or hate. We choose to love or hate.
Of course, we are also the subjects of mistaking. And this is where and how we complicate our existence. When we try more that we can, when we start deciding for the others instead of doing it just for ourselves. When we force our perceptions, even if we know the truth. Why? Because we love listening to what we want to, to what we like.
And this is how i feel today – that I’m sometimes ignoring the consequences of my own actions, waiting for them to vanish or to turn into something according to my perfect projected image. And then, when I come across reality I stumble and ask myself why? Hmm, what a foul…
